The Girl Who Flew Into Space from Her Garden

And the space-ship hits full speed smoke free
All the pines wave gently through the breeze
And the neighbors switch to channel twenty-ninety-three
When she leaves her pretty garden Richtung Pleiades

And the vultures croak songs for our Lynn
As she feels the light that slowly dims
When she falls into a black hole that goes on repeat
And the Earth resets its bones, its nerves, its pale old skin



Credits
Writer(s): Federico Delfrati
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