Let’s go fly a kite.
(After Poppins becomes
Atmospheric, always after).
We can touch the clouds you know
The shapes we see from below
Are far more beautiful from a height.
Yet phantoms! liar liar kite flier.
You lure and take us nowhere but here
Even with our heads in the sky, we are rooted.
When we open our eyes–the world.
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