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You were a temporary thought, I think

The kind that blows in with the breeze

And departs just as quickly

Enough to ruffle my mind

Like the shaking of the leaves

As they quake in the morning air

It makes me drift away with them

Perchance, to catch that one balloon

Released, before it was ever caught


Source : The Daily Post – Temporary

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