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Other
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As I stood and watched, |
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Recently as I watched, |
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Yet another scene did
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It lifted with a roar. |
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There was a babe |
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Slowly, slowly at first, |
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Shivering and cold. |
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Then it began to soar. |
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In a wooden trough |
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From the concrete it
started, |
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Did he lay. |
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With a tremendous blast. |
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Still wrinkled and white |
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The red flames coming |
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He had yet to see the
day. |
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Very hot and fast. |
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To those around him |
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As it reached the sky, |
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He did seem to delight. |
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It started to gain speed. |
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It was as if |
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To the laws of gravity, |
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He were cloaked in light. |
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It paid no heed. |
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Out of the fields |
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The higher it went, |
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Came men to gaze. |
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The more speed it sought. |
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He will be the greatest, |
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Against the pull of the
earth, |
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Said they in praise. |
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It fought and fought. |
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From afar came others, |
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As I squinted and
watched, |
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Each bearing a gift. |
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It seemed to disappear. |
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As they presented them |
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Was it still there, |
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Their spirits did lift. |
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Or should I shed a tear? |
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As older he grows, |
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Then with a final push, |
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His wisdom will increase. |
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It was plain to see, |
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The truths he tells |
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As it reached orbit, |
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Will never cease. |
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It was really free. |
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This is the Christ |
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The earthly astronauts |
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We are told. |
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All secure in their
spacecraft, |
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His
story |
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Have left mother earth |
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Will never grow old. |
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Upon a tiny raft. |
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Ivan |
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