So long, Major Tom. You’ve finished your fantastic voyage.
Rest easy, Starman.
If you can, say hello to Mr. Fahrenheit. Let your voices together fill the cosmos’ labyrinth.
Here, we shall don our red shoes, not to dance the blues or to mourn, but to celebrate the life that was yours.
A space oddity, the rise and fall of Ziggy Stardust, a Goblin King. . .
We shall endure. . .though without you, but we shall do our magic dance that was so taught to us. One that lifted our spirits and freed so many from The Bog of Eternal Stench.
We’ll not see you as the man who sold the world, nor the man who sat in his tin can. . .but the man who showed the world, and went through life’s changes.
Ashes to ashes, wild is the wind. . .Starman, Ziggy Stardust. . .you’re the prettiest star.
A blackstar, whom is no longer under pressure.
Rest easy, Starman. . .Ground control. . .over and out.