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I’d like to be a traveler,
Visit amongst the stars.
I’d like to meet the little green men,
And drink in alien bars.

I’d like to see a supernova,
Be at the end of a spiral arm.
I’d like to stand on new worlds,
Soak up a new sun’s charm.

I’d like to breathe in new air,
Feel the wind of an alien storm.
I’d like to have a conversation,
With a being of different form.

I know that I’m just dreaming,
That I’ll die on the planet of my birth.
But I’d like to think my children,
Will travel out beyond Earth.

Their lives will be much the richer,
They’ll live in a brand new way.
They’ll get to be astro-pioneers,
And wander where they may.