On silver wings you'll see him sail
                       with eagle's claw and falcon's tail
                       On atomic rockets he will stride
                       with laser rifles and God on his side
                       He travels on an endless flight
                       but arrives too soon
                       doing speed of light
                       And when he forgets 
                       what he wants to say
                       It's because his thoughts
                       are of yesterday                
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