From an island, in the Tetons
To the day that came before
Drifting is a simple thing to do
To dance across the treetops with
Reflections in a spoon
In black or white or color
A step towards the craters on
The surface of the moon
Radon balloon
In dreams he flies in a tiny
Raft in a broken sky
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Saw the sun in a chase to be
With the chosen one
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Swung through town
On a piece of twine
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Disappeared a thousand times
Radon balloon