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The Astronaut |
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An astronaut goes for a walk |
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outside among the stars. |
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His trusty craft beneath his feet |
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has taken him quite far. |
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The sailor of the stars steps up, |
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and gravity takes pull. |
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What feels an inch becomes a yard; |
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brief flight elates his sole. |
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He climbs up to the viewing deck, |
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slow motion takes a while, |
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and at his goal he looks around |
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and cannot help but smile. |
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For ever since he was quite young |
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the moon was more than bright. |
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It was a place to touch and feel, |
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to study in the night. |
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He followed rules, excelled at math, |
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his shape remained pristine. |
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One afternoon then NASA called |
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and offered him his dream. |
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And so he stands surrounded by |
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quite frankly everything. |
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He looks out left at Mars’ bright red, |
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now right at Saturn’s rings. |
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The wonders that the sailor’s seen |
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can barely be described. |
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The brightness of a newborn star |
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looks magical this high. |
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The darkness of the universe |
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still makes him hold his breath. |
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Abyss had never seemed so black |
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until he trod its depths. |
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And even in his special suit |
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the cold pervades his veins, |
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but ice can’t numb his boyish awe. |
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He feels so young again. |
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There far below is planet Earth |
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whose continents conceal |
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a hundred hundred thousand men |
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whose tiny lives are real. |
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His job is truly wondrous. |
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It cannot be explained. |
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Some things need be experienced |
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to fully comprehend. |
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The astronaut proceeds back now. |
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The airlock guards his path. |
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He floats down to his office space |
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and documents a graph. |
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His toothpaste meal will have to do. |
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It’s roast beef, peas, and bread. |
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Then after he enjoys a book |
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he’ll float on up to bed. |
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Before he sleeps, he always looks |
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at photos of his wife |
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and little girl, who’s just turned three: |
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his newborn star – so bright! |
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And as he sails the universe |
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above Earth’s bluish dome, |
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the astronaut lies wondering: |
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how far away is home? |