a song about rockets

for S.W.

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And I'll give you rides to free land
Where all the giants have soft hands
And I will take your mauve woes
And hide them where nobody knows
Because this year is our year
And this space is our canvas
These our rockets will soar
And I'll fall into the sand with you

And if you can smile past dark days
You'll scare the vampire bats from their cave
And if we fly like they do
Tye-dye princesss, I'll miss you
Because this year is our year
And this space is our canvas
These our rockets will soar
And I'll fall into the sand with you

Yes, you sink into the dunes
And you wave your farewell—

I sing [sing sing]
I ring [ring ring]
I sing [sing sing]
Up to your window
Your empty window
Come fill your window
Your barren window. . . .

And I'll fall into the
sand
with you.