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We’ll sail through the galaxies, conquer the stars, Reach through the cosmos, colonize Mars. As a spacefaring civilization we’ll find,
The world has turned its face from the Sun, And I don't know if it will turn again. In the dark black I stumbled over the Earth crying-confused Roadburn on my knees, gravel imprints in my gray-pink palms  
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