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| "E.T.L" |
| I want to send my dreams, these soul-deep passions To the stars and into the interstellar gases and dusts of space. I would write them in bright red curlicues on rockets Or have them soar even farther, even faster than light-years. They would plunge into planets and satellites, In and out of black holes and challenge the Sun To a desire contest And win! They would mine with white dwarfs, Make a delicacy of the crab nebula, And then tame that Orion filly for sure. My dreams would leap the galaxies in seconds And own the universe the minute after. All this they would do for my Extraterrestrial Love. |