Frist rule of flying
sky sky
poderosa in the sky
I see moon beams
I see lakes
it's a rodeo sized cosmological feast
for each eye
In it I see you
a different expression each time
I look up and look up
and get some cloud in my eye
I pray
that this time tomorrow
the grey turns a silver line
Then Ill blast off into tomorrow
no more red dawn in my eye
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