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The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
If there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I′ll see you on the dark side of the moon
Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.
I remember a toy rocket I had as a child. It was molded plastic with stark red and white parts. This toy resembled a rocket from the space program. If I were to speculate, it was a replica of Apollo 11. The red and white parts represented each stage that separated as the rocket progressed towards the moon. I distinctly remember playing with this rocket in the dining room of my dad’s restaurant.
Along with the toy, I also had a book that demonstrated the separation between the stages and the boosters. I don’t remember if it came with the toy or not; it might’ve been a separate coloring book. However, the space program fascinated me, as it did most boys my age (and in that era). In the back of my mind, I yearned to be an astronaut.
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