SCOTTY
Who will beam me up
now that you have gone?
Who can I rely on
to keep me safe,
as my particles
disintegrate?
Now when I board
with my pass
to fly business class,
it won't be the same.
I'll still whisper your name
and close my eyes.
But...surprise, surprise;
all my parts will remain
on the aeroplane.
And my wish won't come true.
Because you
have beamed yourself up,
Scotty.
Who will beam me up
now that you have gone?
Who can I rely on
to keep me safe,
as my particles
disintegrate?
Now when I board
with my pass
to fly business class,
it won't be the same.
I'll still whisper your name
and close my eyes.
But...surprise, surprise;
all my parts will remain
on the aeroplane.
And my wish won't come true.
Because you
have beamed yourself up,
Scotty.
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