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Flying made of sticks and paper aeroplane
Dying is the wind but climbing my aeroplane

Blowing and going somewhere high
In the evening tumbling down
But it's surely been up there

Crying want to live my life as my aeroplane
Sighing in the sun's eye but softly my aeroplane

Lonely but only till it comes down
Where there's people running round
But it's surely been up there

Flying my aeroplane
Flying made of sticks and paper aeroplane   Dying is the wind but climbing my aeroplane      Blowing and going somewhere high   In the evening tumbling down   But it's surely been up there      Crying want to live my life as my aeroplane   Sighing in the sun's eye but softly my aeroplane      Lonely but only till it comes down   Where there's people running round   But it's surely been up there      Flying my aeroplane