| The act of moving onward means we pass these sign posts
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| One of them was first leaving earth
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| The next one is hanging out on the moon
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| What’s next? |
| The planets
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| Onward to the edge
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| We’re moving onward to the edge
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| Here we are together
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| This fragile little world
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| This is our sun
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| Just another star in a sea of stars
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| The heart of the solar system
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| Just another star in a sea of stars
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| Mercury is the closest planet
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| This tortured piece of rock has been stripped naked
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| The moon has a sky
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| It has a horizon
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| It’s another world
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| It’s got earth in the sky
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| Just the way we have the moon in the sky
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| We’re not the only world to think about
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| Worlds unnumbered
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| We’re not the only world to think about
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| Think about worlds unnumbered
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| There is a powerful recognition
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| That stirs within us
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| When we see our own little blue ocean planet
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| In the skies of other worlds
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| The Saturn system
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| Offers splendor beyond compare
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| Because of its rings
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| And very diverse moons
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| These are no longer abstractions
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| These are worlds
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| Maybe there’s life there
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| They’ve changed how we think about Earth
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| «A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam
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| The pale blue dot» (Carl Sagan)
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| The laws of nature create
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| Vastly different worlds
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| With the tiniest of changes
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| When I reach to the edge of the universe
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| I do so knowing that along some paths of cosmic discovery
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| There are times when, at least for now
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| One must be content to love the questions themselves |