Inside you beats an Arcturian heart:
It's kind and warm, both tender, and stout.
Your mind is advanced for a flying start.
You are incapable to sell someone out.
If I had the ability for dimensional travel,
We might transit together to distant worlds.
I would try hard to reach your spirit level.
In the pacific sky we could be free as birds.
We will make use of the infinite cosmic force
To work out a truce among warring planets.
And as soon as war becomes a dead horse,
Friends will be attracted to enemies like magnets.
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