Swinging in the twilight breeze,
I sing along with the arching trees.
Stars come twinkling past the blue,
the sun bids one and all adieu.
I long to stay and swing all night.
I sing, a bird in joyous flight.
An astronaut, i'm counting down,
to rocket back above the ground.
The chains, they squeal.
My soul it shouts, and whoops,
and yells, I let it out!
I race the sunset, never win.
My prize, an everlasting grin.
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