Somewhere out in deep, deep space
Is a planet that grows spores
Providing solace, love and peace
No more violence…no more wars
Money is not minted…we’ll live from day to day
Poverty’s un-hinted…sanity is our days pay
How a flower has this power
I don’t know and I don’t care
Just looking for the one man
I know can take me there
This place exists in cosmic mist
At the outer fringes of my mind
Starlight’s kiss…Chimera bliss
I long to live where hatred’s blind
I’ve seen enough of depraved stuff
No more trips around the block
S.O.S… Please call David
Let’s go home…Mr. Spock
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