(This is dedicated in memory of our fellow astronauts who were lost in the Columbia crash today, may they always rest in peace and may we send our thoughts and prayers out to their families during this difficult time! ) Star 69 (Co-Titled "Andromeda Aria" ) By: Noah Eaton 2/1/03 He drifted off into space With familiar tears slipping down his face He still wears his wedding ring on his finger From his hand his picture of his family lingers He caresses a star in the sky Reminds him of hugging his daughter, begging her not to cry And he says, Honey, honey, honey Promise me you won't forget me I'll always be blowing kisses to you from Venus Honey, honey, honey Remember your love will always be my aria And when you look right through Andromeda Will you always be my satellite Telling you everything will be alright... He finds his way to the Pleiades Reminding him of the loving daughter he raised Remembering always how she twinkled like Asterope And buzzed like a bright bee like Merope Her smile now never leaves his unaided eye Like doves and pigeons he is free with his cherished memories Which will prosper inevabitably... And he says, Honey, honey, honey Promise me you won't forget me I'll always be blowing kisses to you from Venus Honey, honey, honey Remember your love will always be my aria And when you look right through Andromeda Will you always be my satellite Telling you everything will be alright... IF I HAD JUST ONE WISH IT WOULD BE JUST THIS THAT MY CHILDREN WILL GROW WITH LOVE AND KNOW THEY HAVE A DADDY WHO LOVES THEM SO MUCH LOVE, PLEASE DON'T CRY I'LL ALWAYS BE YOUR SUN, SHINING BRIGHT TELL ALL MY LOVED ONES I SAID HI AND EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT... ........EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT!!! Honey, honey, honey Promise me you won't forget me I'll always be blowing kisses to you from Venus Honey, honey, honey Remember your love will always be my aria And when you look right through Andromeda Will you always be my satellite Telling you that... EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT HONEY, HONEY, HONEY EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT... Everything will be alright... I am your Star 69...

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (02-01-2003 08:30 PM).]

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