In my world, my friends don't argue
And my friends from long ago
Would come and be my friends again
And I would fly
I would fly high
I would soar through the sky
I could take a nose dive
Off a tall, tall structure
And know that I won't die
And the sky would be black
And purple
And red
And maybe the occasional orange and blue
And my friends wouldn't argue
And my best friends from long ago
Would come and be my best friends again
10-20-94
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