Rest upon the crescent moon
Dream amongst the stars
Travel through the milky way
Vacation next to Mars
Sing the song of our mother
Be gentile as you play
Leave this land as you found it
We are not here to stay
Create a world inhabitable
Where inhibitions aren’t
If nothing lasts forever
We were all doomed from the start
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 5:16 AM UTC
Rest upon the crescent moon
Dream amongst the stars
Travel through the milky way
Vacation next to Mars
Sing the song of our mother
Be gentile as you play
Leave this land as you found it
We are not here to stay
Create a world inhabitable
Where inhibitions aren’t
If nothing lasts forever
We were all doomed from the start
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