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I wonder what it is
That holds the sky up
And tho’ I know
We’re composed of Stardust
I know not
What it is, nor why
I wonder where the thunder goes
When it fades into the distance
And why the streams
like misted dreams
Glide by…
Without resistance
I wonder why old people often cry
When they ponder on the past
Do they think their tears
Will quell their fears and…
Slow time that
Goes by so fast
I even wonder
Why people ponder
Of things so far
Beyond their ken
Better by far…to just be stardust
To ne’er wonder
…why or when…
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