I see that gravity is weak;
It cannot keep those who would fly
To fancied comfort. Do you seek
Another world? Or would you wreak
Some fond revenge upon us all?
Your answers always are oblique
And so my trust in you stays small.
You won't return if I should call;
Why then should I not keep you here?
A kitten playing with a ball
Knows not to let it disappear
And so do I. So if you leave
Know I allowed it, though I grieve.
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