There is air
Coming in
The smoke
Has become thin
So I
Shut my eyes
I feel the pins and needles
Rushing up my back
There are shooting stars in my eyes

There are flashes of colour
And icy music
There are balloons and there are wings
The sun is in our living room
And the moon is on the shelf

There was a bookcase
And a match stick
And a family of three
Now floating down the river
With me

It is time
It's time
It's time
It's time
It's time
It's time
It's time
It's time

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