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Away from all others

beyond the stratoshpere

we're the only ones here.

I forgot about the world below

floating on clouds

number 9 is too low.

I've astrally traveled

and we're having tea on pluto

I wish I could sing

I wish that my words moved

invoked the senses;

sight

sound

touch

and smell.

You are the moon

and you make my nature

rise and swell.