I held the string, I tugged, I tugged,
But the Kite had caught the wind,
It would sail, it would soar
Far away, far away.
A paper kite, on twig stretched tight,
As flimsy as a thought,
Where did you find the will to fly?
To stand against my strength?
Unequal fight, unseen force,
My efforts vain, my battle lost,
I let go, I let go
But oh the pain, oh the pain!
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