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.