Reset the Clocks
Reset the clocks, turn on the celly
Call the family, We're on tube telly
Turn up the Jackson with a bassy beat
Bring out the voice, switch on the heat
Let space shuttles fly up and thrive
Painting space with the message "He's Alive!"
Put gold medals around the grey urban doves
Let all fighter pilots wear blue nomex gloves
He is my blood, my flow, my nest
My mid-crisis' joy and my monday's zest
I saw my own green eyes in his sight
A familiar stranger saw light this night
All galaxies are wanted now, go visit every one
Scatter the stellar dust and ignite the sun
Summon the oceans and kiss the nurse
A miracle has dispelled any former curse
by Tore Liljegren
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