Thursday, 1 December 2016
the sun the moon the star
to gaze into space is to never lose face
the millions of miles beyond
is the ground never found
from here to there we go around
the craft the speed of sound
to be there is homeward bound
choice of your master
well who might be the boss
your father or the clowns ring toss
who has the final say
your boss or another day
to say who is your master
is to run a mile faster
to say you belong to me
the verse you long to see
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