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“Planet Brilliant by Stewart Stafford Verse 1: This is a radio broadcast from Planet Brilliant, You can only hear it now because I'm so resilient, Don't you ever tell me now that it can't be done, I'll be laughing at you when I'm number one. Verse 2: A meteor invitation from Planet Brilliant, Your intergalactic pirate, one-in-a-trillion, Help me sort my Mars from my Milky Ways, An interstellar party with no nights or days. Chorus: Planet Brilliant, my cosmic dream, Eternal big bang of a winning team, Roaring through the stars, high and free, Planet Brilliant - the galaxy of me, Got the man on the moon's jealous spite, Of this rockstar strutting in bright starlight. Verse 3: Welcome aboard this rocketship ride, To Planet Brilliant, no gravity wild side, A case of open minds over dark matter, Breakfast with stardust pancake batter. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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