Blow out the candles,
Bring the kites down from the sky.
Close all the windows
And lock the doors.
Spill the beads on the floor.
You are not mine.
Trample on the flowers in the garden,
Unplug the fan.
Empty the drawers, clear the shelves.
Paint over the doodles on the wall.
You are not mine.
Let the ice cream melt in the sun.
Let the cup of coffee lose its
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