Saturn is dynamic
as Venus glides by
in twilight majesty
oh, the smoke gets
in my eyes and the
haze hits my brain
as if a tidal wave
taking me high enough
to kiss the sky
and send a shout
to Jimi on some
enchanted summer
eve spying vistas
of diamonds on the
rise these foolish
things I sing from
the heart of me in
an apostolic disguise
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