Outside somewhere, beneath an atmosphere
So pure and new each breath is musical
And silent, mouth-watering without taste,
So full of butterflies one can’t imagine
Because it hurts to be so free, out there
There was a hospital where AIDS was cured
With chinese cucumbers and royal jelly,
With herbal medicines, vaccines, colostrum.
I went there in a submarine, through space
It seemed, and I was armed with nuclear
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