Red Balloon

I'm shiny and nice.  Breathe on me and I'll do nothing.  Breathe in me and I'll glow.  Make me fly away, and away I'll go.  Put a hand on me tight, squeeze, stamp or strangle and burst I might.  Tie me to a string and pull me back and fourth.  Always keep me close, don't let me go too high.  Then we'll be together when I wither and die.

The End

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