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Yet to, yet to, yet to
Go to the Moon I could dare,
I ain't my 2nd chance blown,
Overglide dry seas I might.
Shoes filthy of dusty smiles,
Dream up, dream up all night,
Without oxygen to the Moon sail,
Just the sound of 12 chants about whales.
There's no need to come back...

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