There is something I miss
About sitting on that swing
My feet in the air
As I tremble just a bit,
Which is quite a feat,
Not because of fear
But because I am flying
And I can't find fear
With the world beneath my feet
Suddenly breaking into bits
The wind in my ear
Just Wendy on a swing
And that's something I miss
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