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Beautiful streamer, open for me,
Blue skies above me and no canopy;
Counted nine thousand, waited too long,
Reached for my rip cord, the darn thing
Beautiful streamer, why must it be?
White silk above me is what I should see
Just like my mother that looks over me;
To hell with the rip cord, 'twas not made
Beautiful streamer, follow me down,
Time is elapsing and here is the ground;
Six hundred feet and then I can tell
If I'll go to heaven or end up in hell.
Beautiful streamer, this is the end,
Gabriel is blowing, my body won't mend;
All you jump-happy sons of a gun,
Take this last warning as jumping's no fun.