Is it fair to say that two lips so curled
Send me right to the moon, that is, out of this world?
Every step is a skip, every skip is a leap
When I've someone to breathe my breath back to me.
I feel lighter than half of half of my size
Watching the sea-and-cloudlands of the skies,
Coupling culture and science the end result's play
For a minute or month. Fuel won't last. I can't stay.
Send me right to the moon, that is, out of this world?
Every step is a skip, every skip is a leap
When I've someone to breathe my breath back to me.
I feel lighter than half of half of my size
Watching the sea-and-cloudlands of the skies,
Coupling culture and science the end result's play
For a minute or month. Fuel won't last. I can't stay.
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