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Fly Me to that Silver Moon!

Oh, put me on a rocket ship,
And fly me to that silver moon,
Without a single crashing wave
Across its sandy, dusty dunes.
Oh, let me see those jagged peaks
And hollowed craters underneath,
Without a shrub or weed that grows
Upon that barren lunar heath.
Oh, let me see the earth above
That glows with lovely bluish light
Surrounded by the blazing stars
That pierce the darkness of the night.
How stunning is this cold display!
It makes me dizzy now and then;
Or maybe it is just because
I'm running out of oxygen.

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