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One day, we’ll surge past the exosphere, flying at  two hundred ninety-nine million seven hundred ninety-two thousand four hundred fifty- nine
A rocket waits to fly From its launchpad In the living room. Helmet on, radio in hand, Two explorers approach.   One room over
If you're in it Then own it.    Every facet    Every detail    Every store tag    Sale or retail If you bought it Then own it.   And not just the poppin' collar
Holding back, No longer allowing slack Pulling in the reigns On this issue that is causing me so much pain If I could create a world, would color be in it?
Flying wingless I rip the skyGuided by voices that silent cry"Pending orders, standby, standby,Wait until there is reply.Orders received, confirm, comply,Coordinates given, received, now fly
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