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Like a star I soar, burning like a flame,
My chest is scratched by the dream’s sharp claim.
How can I leave a message for the next generation?
How can I speak it, how can I reach every nation?
The greatest dreams lie in distant skies,
The greatest dreams are where the cosmos flies.
Not in the gold on Earth do wise men seek,
But anywhere their hands will always reach.
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