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One day you might find a balloon on the floor and ask: Who did it once belong to? Whose face did it light up? What joy was it once commemorating, now only to be trodden on and wheeled over between alleyways and curbs?
One day you might find a balloon on the floor and ask: Who did it once belong to? Whose face did it light up? What joy was it once commemorating, now only to be trodden on and wheeled over between alleyways and curbs?
