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I'm floating through Atlantic skies with thoughts for home tonight,
Acknowledging our privilege as the crew completes this flight. Capturing as best I can the world we share below, So somehow you can understand the peace I've come to know. |
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I think about your playground as our spaceship makes its pass: In the deep dark woods with the bellowing frogs and the moist green beds of grass. So think of me while I'm floating free and imagine that's where I am, A wandering star in your wooded world: sweet dreams, and goodnight, Sam. |
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