Trifles have tainted into wonders,
We have grown astronauts from hunters;
Machines we construct; missiles we build;
Globe we minimize into petite guild;
Interiors of sun we measure and mark,
Into moon, we, our spacecraft park;
Sky, to us, is like a wheat-field, overt,
Clouds, into Halloween, we convert;
Planets and satellites, our commands obey,
We make great sway over the Milky Way;
On forces...
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