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fly away from this world
and the mess that we've made
in your silver spaceship balloon
complete your escape
though you're only a boy
don't look back or look down
cause there's nothing for you
here on the ground
you can break thru
that blessed boundary of blue
so we can believe
what we'll never see
Forget the box cities
clustered below
past the peaks of the Rockies
transfigured with snow
where the rays of the sun
stretch for ten million miles
clearing heaven
of all troubles and trials
you can break through . . .
with nothing to fool you
and nothing to fear
in the holy of holies
in the high atmosphere
you can break through . . .
