Am I thinking of you
Because you’re thinking of me
Or is the other way ’round?
Mysterious universe
Where two people can converse
Across miles with nary a sound.
Am I thinking of you
Because you’re thinking of me
Or is the other way ’round?
Mysterious universe
Where two people can converse
Across miles with nary a sound.
“Volare
Whoa oh
It’s just a Duster
But it won’t go…”
I set loose my soul to play among the cosmos
what freedom! what bliss, what joy!
*whew*
now which one is Sol again?
o crap
Mister Scott, attend! the conn is thine
To shining planet ‘neath our bow I go
Contesting alien creatures there below:
‘Pon crimson-shirted Starfleet crew they’ll dine.
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