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Is the wind or the birds freer than me?
If you don't have wings, then run and go to where you want to
You can do it, going going going going on!

Imagination is always different
Nothing is perfect, but
There is a spring at the bottom of my heart
No matter how down I feel, it gets filled with transparent things again

What is this feeling called?
It's hot, painful, ticklish, and makes me want to cry
Is the wind or the birds freer than me?
If you don't have wings, then run and go to where you want to
You can do it, going going going going on!