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Up, up, and away

I feel like I'm flying
This must be what dying
In part has been based on
It's something to waste on

Kind Aristotle, with your power of emotion
Send an army of your acolytes to bed
And when they wake up they feel . . .

Up, up, and away

I can't stop from sighing
I feel like I'm flying
This must be what dying
In part has been based on

Kind opera singer, you're a master of deception
Send your following to bed, and when they wake up
Feel refreshed, that though their problems, overwhelming
There are answers that the theater will provide
For shallow faces taught to sleep through bigger questions
Confessor