Escape velocity
With rocket jets strapped under my wings
I will fly to distant mars
I heard in stories, that martians among all
Just fly about without tires in their cars
The solar sails and nuclear cells
I will reach Pluto before my end of dream
I heard in stories, that the nation of Pluto
Is unified by their universal hate of ice cream
Alfa centauri the nearest star
And the two nearby stars, in their little red scarves
I have heard in stories, the people of mercury
Love the furthermost flying red dwarfs
I know for sure that space is finite
And time is finite and it lasts only as long it lasts
I wouldnt talk about, I wouldnt think
I wouldnt fly back to planet where they burn and bury their random heart
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