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Maybe I have made concessions, But I've got a grim confession That maybe, just maybe I love you. When I look in my reflection, Oh, it's never quite perfection Except maybe, when I see myself with you. Oh, it's eating me up inside All I want to do is be with you until the day I die. But I didn't want to love anymore, And now there's a heart on my sleeve and my blood on the floor. If you just keep on pretending Then we'll have to keep defending What we have, even if we're wrong. If I could spend a night with you And you could stand a night with me Then maybe I'd sing a happy song. Oh, it's eating me up inside All I want to d

The fantastic trio: Earth's noble champions The Spaceman the Rocket and Robo-companion Went wizzing and fizzing through Earth's local space To cure the insomnia of a whole race. Pursued as they were by Mercury's moans And the enchanting  delights of Venus's tones The three of them sizzled and soared right past Mars, Who hummed ponderously as he gazed at the stars. Soon they arrived at Jupiter: the king Who was enviously eyeing Saturn gold rings, Who turned to them and mumbled with an almighty sigh: "All hail Jupiter, King of the Sky."

Spirits were low and the stakes were so high At the discussions concerning the noise from the sky. Each leader put forward their own unique version On how to go through with the spatial excursion. Soon a rocket was built of gargantuan size To be sent to the heavens, to sail through the skies And an astronaut chosen to help follow through And negotiate end to the hullabaloo. T-minus 60 and the tensions were rising Weeks had been spent debating, devising USS Silence had seconds to go Then Blast Off! Good-bye! See you soon! Tally-ho!

The alignment of planets was a glorious thing, But no-one expected them starting to sing. Venus sang sweetly and Jupiter crooned, The rest of them chanted along with their moons. For the Earthlings below this proved quite a conundrum; The Celestial Choir was nought short of thunderous So the people below could not fall asleep Not even by reading or counting some sheep. And so a plan was devised to cease heavenly wails, It was dangerous and daring and here is the tale...

Down in the garden, still soaking in dew Whilst pussycats watched and the bumblebees flew There lived there a mouse with an insatiable thirst: A drive to compete and a will to be first. So he went and he challenged his friend (Mr mole), All quiet and brooding alone in his hole. "I challenge you, good Mr Mole, to a race to see who's the quickest, who has the most pace." "You want us to race?" Mr Mole said, aghast For he knew his own pace, and he wasn't that fast But Mr Mole he was wiser than any wise man And so he agreed and he hatched him a plan. And so they met up the very next day Where bumblebees tumble and pussycats play. M

Putting pen to paper is a glorious thing, a the words flow from the thoughts to the hand to the page to you. But will you listen or read them? I can't even think write sleep dream without talking to you. Oh Darling Dreamer, I tell you the truth: I know you can't love me and I'll have to move on and it hurts me too. It hurts me to think write dream sleep sweet dream about you, but I do. I love you, I love you but it falls on deaf ears and only the blind witness my love, but I say it because I must. Darling Dreamer, I'm sorry I love you I'm sorry I love you I'm sorry

When I try to put my heart to words, my tongue trips over my clumsy lips and falls headlong into the dust. And when I try to write it down, smudges, tears and crossings-out hide what I truly mean to say. The poetry escapes my pen and the pretty words, my lips but someday, somehow, I will find a better way than this. I tried to sing before, honest! Just the tune was not held well and I couldn't remember what to... I tried to confide in keys and strings but the blasted things would never play the song I told them to. My fingers tripped and slipped and then the keys all stuck like glue. And all this trouble just to tell