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| when i was a boy, very little |
| yes i was |
| i counted all the stars, from the middle |
| yes i did |
| the sky was my universe, me the master |
| yes i was |
| my craft was a chariot, only faster |
| yes it was |
| my goals were so simple, and so clear |
| yes they were |
| i could fly to the sun with no fear |
| yes i did |
| capturing the essence in my soul |
| yes i did |
| i explored the all of earth, and myself |
| yes i did |
| all of earth was an easy project |
| yes it was |
| my self an endless galaxy |
| yes it was |
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| a few words may be not |
| we told you once and you forgot |
| how to make the world go round |
| stepping softly without a sound |
| events are fleeting and often we find |
| there's more to a moment with your kind |
| look to each action as if it were gold |
| you are a child of the cosmos and very bold |
| remember this always and state your place |
| others will know and respect your space |
| the universe is giving to those who take |
| and a menace to all who do not make |
| a stand and defend their right to create |
| exactly what they speculate |
| to be heaven |
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