The world is full of children, young and old
Wandering wonderers, perhaps come from afar
Of ageless curiosity, always sharp and bold-
Burning minds; the offspring of some star.
Inquiring minds there are, that want to know
From whence we sprang, within the cosmic hold,
And further want to know, where we might go-
Now larger spheres, enfold the ones of old?
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