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Astronomy


Space is coolest in my mind,

We are ever searching,

And who know's what we'll find?

 

To be an explorer is my wish,

to see supernovas, pulsars, 

and even Pieces the Fish.

 

What is out there we do not know,

but all I want is the chance to boldly go.

 
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