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Floating in water,
Like hovering in air. Feeling weightless, Giving no effort at all. Just floating, drifting, Slowing spinning around. And if we want, We can give effort. We can kick, Use our hands, And fly through the water While going up, or down, And left or right While all the different sights Go by. We can spin, and roll, And touch the bottom. And although the dolphins might laugh, It is still fun to us. But when we break the surface, Gravity comes crashing down, And we wish we were back under, Flying through water.
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