| Flashing meteors follow
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| Comets climb in startling numbers,
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| And the saucers slip by upon the Milky Way.
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| Marking time, counting sheep on Venus,
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| Stranded here in Ether
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| I couldn’t get my feet into a windbreak today.
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| Pulling Faces and swopping places
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| Grab the Bull by the horns
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| But still I seem to be torn
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| From the Plough I have
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| Seen the Earth rise
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| And the Bear sailed away…
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| Correlating clusters
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| Destination undecided
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| As the Virgan Voice cries «Proceed to Orion»
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| Lighting years with Aurora’s Beacon
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| Banished here for treason
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| They didn’t give a reason for this sentence in space
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| Pulling Faces and swopping places
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| Grab the Bull by the horns
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| But still I seem to be torn
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| From the Pole I have
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| Seen the Crab rise
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| And the Fish flew away…
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| Pulling Faces in empty places
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| And now at last we’re forewarned
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| And though the Bull’s lost his horns — |