Space Fuel
If you drink old Han's elixir
You won't live much longer.
Only get sicker and sicker.
Punch your ticket, a goner.
More potent than still liquor
and something a bit stronger.
Ancient Aliens have a new witness.
Claims its space fuel, for a Saucer.
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