I'm waiting for you, my feathered friend
To resume our round-the-heaven flight
My near future will just on you depend
A flyboy like you may heal the restless night
Like Jason in Colchis, I sowed the dragon's teeth
And had to mow down the fierce armed men
I lacked the magic stone, yet didn't have cold feet
And fought like a hero, busting their heads open
I pine for celestial home with you by my side
Where I shall never feel abandoned and friendless
The boreal northern star can be my upright guide
While our existence in space is gonna be timeless
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