This limpid truth is yours to face,
To volunteer and steer into space.
The medley of stars surrounds our vision,
Interwoven, installed and in circumcision.
The fading of the suns is like the stars,
Abolishing the inner cities created bazaars.
The trade between them is among them,
Shall nature of the galaxy condemn?
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