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It Flew Past The Midnight.

hot air balloons flying over the mountains

It flew past the midnight,

Soaring into the lights,

Basking in the warmth,

As the coolness graced the night.

It flew past the midnight,

Flying around the unknown,

And straight into morning’s arm.

It flew past the midnight,

At a soaring speed,

It whoozes and wheezes,

Till the morning sun,

Tells him goodbye.

Adios!

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