It was when I had to hoist you
Up over the four-foot wall
So we wouldn't have to walk
The long way round to the door
I could feel how fragile your body
Like an ancient amphora
Lifted dripping from the sea we
Couldn't stop laughing making
Our one large step for mankind
Even if our weary bodies
Might belong in a museum
We would still make it to the portal
Where our friend is waiting
And the feast of love is served
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