Letters from the Lunar Outpost

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.
- Robert Herrick, English Poet (1591-1674)

Sweet Christina with your skin so fair
Your soul is as dark as your dyed black hair
The two of you are such a sight to see
Please give a kiss to your bride for me

Burn your candles and cast your spell
Covet the lover you know so well
Curse my soul and that’s all fine
The heart I stole was always mine

Hey there, Teeny with your big attitude
Sugar and spice and everything rude
I was feelin’ I was somewhat gnarly
‘Til you told me I remind you of your Uncle Charley

Burn your candles and cast your spell
Covet the lover you know so well
Curse my soul and that’s all fine
The heart I stole was always mine
And I’ll never look behind

Pickle munchin’ queen of the corduroy range
If I am a chump, then you’re my change
Pickle munchin’ queen of the corduroy range
If I am a chump, then you’re my change
Pickle munchin’ queen of the corduroy range
If I am a chump, then you’re my change

Burn your candles and cast your spell
Covet the lover you know so well
Curse my soul and that’s all fine
The heart I stole was always mine
The heart I stole was always mine
The heart I stole was always mine
The heart I stole was always mine

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