| Lit up with anticipation
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| We arrive at the launching site
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| The sky is still dark
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| Nearing dawn
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| On the Florida coastline
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| Circling choppers slash the night
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| With roving searchlight beams
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| This magic day when super-science
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| Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams
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| Floodlit in the hazy distance
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| The star of this unearthly show
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| Venting vapours, like the breath
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| Of a sleeping white dragon
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| Crackling speakers
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| Voices tense
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| Resume the final count
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| All systems check
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| T minus nine
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| As the sun and the drama start to mount
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| The air is charged — a humid, motionless mass
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| The crowds and the cameras
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| The cars full of spectators pass
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| Excitement so thick — you could cut it with a knife
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| Technology — high, on the leading edge of life
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| The earth beneath us starts to tremble
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| With the spreading of a low black cloud
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| A thunderous roar shakes the air
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| Like the whole world exploding
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| Scorching blast of golden fire
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| As it slowly leaves the ground
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| Tears away with a mighty force
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| The air is shattered by that awesome sound
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| Excitement so thick — you could cut it with a knife
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| Technology — high, on the leading edge of life
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| Like a pillar of cloud — the smoke lingers, high in the air
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| In fascination — with the eyes of the world, we stare |