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inductees

We starve, look at one another, short of breath

Walking proudly in our winter coats

Wearing smells from laboratories

Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy

Listening for the new told lies

With supreme visions of lonely tunes

Somewhere, inside something there is a rush of

Greatness, who knows what stands in front of

Our lives, I fashion my future on films in space

 

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Taken on April 28, 1965