In the future where I live
Where the world's a thought we give
And o'er the moon the sights of men
On to Mars and back again
Tell me about my birthday when I was five
Should we fly to further things?
Touch the stones on Saturn's rings?
And dig down craters far below?
And see the Earth from the shores of Lo?
Tell me about my birthday when I was nine
Gone for eighteen thousand years
Unto a world my home appears
The Voyager so frail and worn
But to the world a child is born
And tell me about the world that we left behind
Tell me about the world that we left behind
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