In galaxies the skies abound,
ellipticals, the ring ones round,
barred spirals like the Milky Way
within the Local Group's survey
where Solar System's Earth is found.
With lazuline our globe is gowned.
As Silver River is renowned
from Orient, our dossier
in galaxies.
‘Midst myriads about us wound,
each with its countless stellars crowned,
some rife with life perchance are they
we wonder, be that as it may,
how awesome is the vast array
in galaxies.
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