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A hundred tiny hands set loose

    A hundred large balloons  -

And lots of children watch them go

   Upon this afternoon.


A hundred colours in the sky

   Are carried on the breeze –

Except for two who’re sadly caught

    In branches of the trees.


A hundred children scream with joy

    To see them floating high

As each and every one becomes

    Much smaller in the sky.


They paint the sky with coloured hues

    As through the air they float,

And, bobbing up and down, you’d think

    Each was a tiny boat.


If you were but a bright balloon

   Where do you think you’d go?

Well, the only ones who know the truth

    Are the gentle winds that blow.


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