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Some of it makes me forget where I am
And some of it gets me to plan
A vacation in the air
With a friend

In the muscles the stars
Go hunting for their luminance
But it's morning already

And they have found an elevation
Much grander than the highway
From which they'll scatter the ashes
And the low-level radiation

Before the square dance caller
Revisits his allegations
Come, let us collect our boarding passes
And essay some human understanding