We used to sit
in my friend's car
out on the overlook
listening to Pink Floyd
On a clear night
you could see
all the way up
into outer space
Or we could look inside
the inner workings
of our mind's eye
blinded by youth
Now I often look
back on those nights
trying to recapture
that mystical joy
And I wish I was there
to see it all again
for the very first time
shining on into the moon
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