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Relaxing in my thinking swing
Just the other night Sitting like a question mark In the evening's fading light, I took a trip to Jupiter And a side trip off to Mars. And, oh, that backyard thinking swing Swung me out among the stars. I think I can go anywhere On that swing I gently ride. And I can do most anything "Til it's time to come inside.
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