THE BUBBLE

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It comes from a bottle
Filled with liquid soap
Blown away by children
Filled with hope

They hope it lives long
They hope it is strong
But sometimes they're right
And other times they're wrong

It lives a life of thrills
Never once plans it's day
Instead it waits for the wind
And then gets carried away

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