In space, imaginary (Uzayda hayali) Şiir ...

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Whatever the spaceship fuel lightnings do,
The plants got the blue.
The planet that will be landed
Is full of an atmosphere blessed.
This magical first sight
Is as true as blackholes' vortex hand.
There's no late for the antenna-headed aliens,

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