Between us and the moon is a stillness,
There is calmness, also a significant shrillness.
We abandon the flight to the moon,
Coming like paper is the month soon.
The space between us and this glorious satellite
Is striking, industry is richer than this whole electrolyte.
We escape from this world of obvious danger
To strangle the brothers, and worse is the changer.
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