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| Once there was a little boy Playing with a rocket toy. He let fancy free to roam Far beyond his modest home To a journey in the sky That one day he'd like to try. When in time he came of age History had turned a page. He could leave this earthly place, Going far in outer space. Thanks to rockets he would soon Stand upon the lovely moon. | ||
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