April 30, 2009
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I want to know from whence it came
A question all to sly
Derive to find a mean in life,
The query that is "why?"

To ask the past reveals a mask
Of failure known to man
To learn from fault that turns the salt
To mild and tasteless sand

We move ahead, above instead
Into the depths of space
Adapt terrain to our domain
We are the human race

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