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Up in the sky there is a world that
I can't begin to conceive
To think of
There are many possibilities
For what may go on
In different galaxies.
Sometimes I believe there are
Mystical angels looking over me
Other times
I think the key
To destruction
Is in the calm blue,
But the worst my imagination
Could drum up
Is the never ending possibility
That nothing exists.
In the end is the human mind
Overly curious?
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