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Please care for my baby tree when I go into orbit,

Promise you plenty of candles to wave at the moon,

Paired presence has passed,

But,

We could wrap weights around wrists,

We could,

When we sat and sipped stuff,

She said, "you could clean up",

Now led on my back, 

2 down in a month,

Blood running yellow,

Way out of touch,

Starting to scratch at the sand,

Starting to melt away mud,

It can't be that far,

It can't be that much,

Blaming badges for bad times,

Man - whatever to leap,

3 years can't kill nothin',

But can send you to sleep,

Thought of photos of something way back, with a hue,

Those branches split, the more that we grew,

We could,

Don't stray too far starship 'cos there are these things,

Start as the most important parts of flight notes,

But,

...

At this level one can see both sides,

The stars,

The sky,

Hang between halves and push your face against a circle,

Please care for my baby tree.