What is it like to be a star?
And do they wonder what they are?
And do their planets all complain
Of atmospheres, and rocks, and rain?
And do they sometimes disagree
With movements in the galaxy?

Or do all things accept their place
But members of the human race?
And is this questioning just fuss
Or is it what makes men of us?

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