Cosmos

Ocean of the brightest stars,

Dark and light in hand.

Sailing on the solar tides,

As discovery demands.

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We've all left our friends and family,

As we sail from home.

Memories kept in our hearts,

As deep space we roam.

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We know we will face perils,

And yet we still make haste.

To explore creation's scope,

To the furthest depths of space.

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So we begin our pilgrimage,

Setting off from Sol.

For we are the Pilgrims,

And our bell will never toll.