"Rocket at Low Price"
Let a horse pass to be wild.
The crazy moon has a child.
I’m between the firsts as heard.
Weight to signal is quite murr’d.
Sometimes the angels may count.
Every maze deserves amount.
It’s after long trees vanish.
Weight to signal is such dish.
Belonging masters yet dare.
Clouds take our sun by the hair.
Gates, lose your health across stars.
Weight to signal is the Mars.
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