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Have I reach the Height
where my sight appears
just right.
But my fall that is
what it is to be called
but we all fall down.
My kite that high in the air
And my fight with a lady so fair
That tattered love, We share the
wear and tear.
My flight to that height
its a fight with all my
might.
But my sight that is so right
so I will fight with all my
might. Cause my kite is
at this height. With that lady so
fair. Our tattered love we both
Share that same wear and tear.
where my sight appears
just right.
But my fall that is
what it is to be called
but we all fall down.
My kite that high in the air
And my fight with a lady so fair
That tattered love, We share the
wear and tear.
My flight to that height
its a fight with all my
might.
But my sight that is so right
so I will fight with all my
might. Cause my kite is
at this height. With that lady so
fair. Our tattered love we both
Share that same wear and tear.
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