I regret the air I have to breath
I decline the world,
Spinning me a dizzy cobble.
Space is fine its were I Can recline
my sky rocking chair,
no need for gravity ere.
My moon bouncing walk
entertains me clearly.
Nothing wearth fearing in a astrol body sphere.
Times no matter cause rize above was mine.
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