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Like a dust particle in air we float free,
Yet fixed by forces we can't see,
But by forces that we know are there,
Controlling everything everywhere.
We are a tick of the clock; a snowflake,
A pale raindrop in a vast lake.
A dead star that's light is still dying,
In a galaxy of confetti confining.
Primitive, ignorant and still yearning,
We struggle with theories in learning,
While to leave the blue Earth,
May well serve us with worth,
The prospect is still quite perturbing
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