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The moon shook and curled up like gentle fire |
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The ocean glazed and melted wire |
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Voices buzzed in spiral eyes |
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Stars dived in blinding skies |
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Stars die |
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Blinding skies |
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Tree cracked and mountain cried |
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Bridges broke and window sighed |
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Cells grew up and rivers burst |
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Sound obscured and sense reversed |
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Stars die |
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Blinding skies |
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Spoken: |
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"Hello, Neil and Buzz. I'm talking to you by telephone from the Oval Room at the White House, and this certainly has to be the most historic telephone call ever made from the White House. I just can't tell you how proud we all are of what you have done. For every American, this has to be the proudest day of our lives. Because of what you have done, the heavens have become a part of man's world. And as you talk to us from the Sea of Tranquility, it inspires us to redouble our efforts to bring peace and tranquility to Earth." |
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Idle mind and severed soul |
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Silent nerves and begging bowl |
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Shallow haze to blast a way |
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Hyper sleep to end the day |
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Stars die |
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Blinding skies |
