Someday I'll fly faster than rockets,
Farther any live man's ever gone;
I'll fly away, so free at last
To where my soul sings its own song.
The clouds will be mere specs of lint,
In my faint outgassing trails;
This will be the final chapter,
In the last book of my tales.
Don't cry a lot of tears for me;
Though true, it's sad to leave
To miss those faces left behind,
And hope they will not grieve.
But my adventure's looming;
I must not miss that date,
That I fly across the cosmos,
For once ahead of fate.
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