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Soaring, high above what man thought could be done,

Eclipsing a dream created by society,

Creations of the earth struggling not to be undone,

The revolution comes with a fee.

Ions dance like fairies,

Oberon watches with glee.

Nothing to stop their spirits from drifting away,

8 stars try to keep them at bay. 

Make your own!