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We are made of
Force fallen from
Stars, its course
Laid through darkness,
Swells, tunnels
Out to carousels.
We worked, played,
Remained hopeful--
Lenses trained across
Time, focused farther
And farther on--
That starlight lives,
Receives, gives
And thrives in
Cosmic dawn.
Wow! Speak of image and words combining to make the point scintillatingly! Good one, dad!
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