We ride a spaceship through the sky,
The Earth, it spins as stars pass by,
At thirty kilometers each second we soar,
Yet feel no jerk, no sudden roar.
The galaxy moves, the cosmos sways,
In silent dance through endless days,
For billions of years, we spin, we glide,
In constant calm, on cosmic tide.
As children small, with eyes so wide,
We asked...
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