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sometimes she smiles when she sleeps sometimes she shakes sometimes she weeps but nothing ever is for keeps so let the child play and all she wants is all you've got and all you're worth and all you're not but what she wants cannot be bought so let the child take you are the wings that make her fly the epitaph the day she'll die though you can't reach her she'll say 'try' so let the child dream and hold her close to numb the sting she'll make you happy make you sing but if she's not your everything then let the child run

find me at the farthest swingset hear the echoed laughter call so I can teach you how to fly and you can teach me not to fall it's forwards, backwards, higher, lower, swinging fast to dodge the hurt if i won't make you fly too far don't let my feet drag in the dirt we'll skin our elbows and our knees uncaring of the future scars and while I heed the ground below us you can stare up at the stars for someday we'll be far too high to hit the ground or fear the sting then we'll live rightly in the sky while teaching others how to swing