That little blue ball is what we call home, so many miles away.
It looks so perfect out there all alone, so many miles away.
No wars, No sorrow we are able to see, so many miles away
This must be what God wanted it to be, on that creation day

Hope I put the breaks in the right places, Lloyd. That is a beautiful verse. It seems a fantastic notion of Hilton's; a marvel to contemplate, but I, for one, hope it never comes to pass. I think we've mucked up our own ball of clay too much to be entrusted to care for any other properly. Still, there's no reason you can't have a song about it!**BG**

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