"When you go, touching your low flying dreams, try to count them all and catch them, before they, fall asleep. All the ones left over, you scoop into your hands, and save for keeps. When the weather turns, you'll bend them into a kite, to fly above my street" Kirsty Stegwazi - Kites
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