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Fly again, fly again
To the memory of seven brave women and men.
We will make the Shuttle safe, we are going back to space
And I'll be here when the Shuttle flies again.
With the nation, I could see Richard Feynman on TV.
He showed cold o-rings deforming, and that's good enough for me.
Now I'm sure that we can fix that high-flying pile of bricks,
Though we'll have to scrub some missions until then.
From Apollo's glory days, we are now enduring threats,
Finger pointing, accusations, and a pile of mounting debts.
But the engineers are strong, and it won't be very long
'Til we all can see the Shuttle fly again.
We are going back to space, but in triumph, not a race.
We must somehow garner glory from a national disgrace.
And when that next mission flies, I'll be right there in my place,
Proudly working Launch Control as I did then.
With a dozen new designs, one or two of which are mine,
I am glad to see the Shuttle flights resumed in record time.
And of course I have my fears. No use holding back my tears,
As I finally see the Shuttle fly again.
Fly again, fly again,
To the credit of so many women and men
Who have made the Shuttle safe. We've at last returned to space
And I'm here to see Shuttle fly again.
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