I like to play with my kite all day
------When the winds of March are high
My kite and I sail on and on
------As we watch the world pass by.
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My kite just tugs and pulls at me
------To come up in the sky,
But I can't make my feet go up
------And my arms can't seem to fly. ![](../../recording04/F1/sound)
So my kite flies on away up high
As I run on the ground;
We play our game with wind and sky
Not knowing who's around.
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