Don’t be too fond of owning, my little love,
As you fly;
Your mother’s concertina has had many owners
And there’ll be many more.
Let your head be full of the magic of flying
And happiness will be yours;
Be light as a leaf among the millions,
Such exhilaration.
This flight is your life, darling,
Unique, incredible, finite.
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