o by the by 
     has anybody seen 
     little you-i 
     who stood on the green 
     hill and threw 
     his wish at blue 

     with a swoop and a dart 
     out flew his wish 
     (it dived like a fish 
     but it climbed like a dream) 
     throbbing like a heart 
     singing like a flame 

     blue took it my 
     far beyond far 
     and high beyond high 
     bluer took it your 
     but bluest took it our 
     away beyond where 

     what a wonderful thing 
     is the end of a string 
     (murmurs little you-i 
     as the hill becomes nil) 
     and will somebody tell 
     me why people let go 






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