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When I was four,
I learned how to fly.
Away away
From this horror I
Cannot say.
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To my two Little Brothers,
I taught this useful skill.
Away away
From this horror We
Cannot say.
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Fly, fly away up high,
Watch it all from the sky.
Away away
From this horror I
Cannot say.
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Sweet Little Blue Eyed Boys
Could not understand.
Away away
From this horror We
Cannot say.
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Even with corporal flight, We were
Three children trapped in endless night.
Away away
From this horror We
Cannot say.
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As Big Sister, when I was four,
I carried the Key to the Magic Door.
Away away
From this horror I
Cannot say.
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Come fly with me,
Through the Magic Door.
Away away
From this horror I
Still cannot say.
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Sweet Little Blue Eyed Boys,
Without language, they had to forget.
Away away
From this horror We
Cannot say.
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Through the Magic Door
Flew my Brothers and I.
Away away
From this Horror We
Still cannot say.
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In the fragmented sky,
We were both caught and yet free.
Away away
From this horror We
Cannot say.
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I remember Sweet Little Blue Eyed Boys,
And I remember Me.
Away away
From this horror I
Remember to not say.
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Bear 11.29.2013
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WALKING IN THE AIR — Jackie Evancho
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This is so sad Bear beautifully written, I am pleased that they had you but sad you all suffered so.
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Thank you Willow. (I just found this in the spam folder!) Wasn’t all bad. Just a lot bad.
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Your poem is so telling. I feel for you. Xxxx
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Thank you. ((Willow))
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xxxxxxxxxx xxxxxx
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