One by one, it seems

Our joy from childhood dreams

quickly falls away.

Until the day

None of those dreams remain.

The red balloons

We let loose to fly

Those floating memories of our youth

Passing by, high in the sky

Our childhood days

Sometimes, misguided ways

They made us cry.

The laughter we had then

Beyond recapture

We will never live aga...

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