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by anonymous

Through acres of starlight I watched them last night
As they screamed for attention with cold, pinkish light.
Soaring minutely, they left the world standing.
Briefly they blazed, but were dead shells on landing.

I thought of the others who thrust themselves out,
Whose strong faith in nothing exploded all doubt;
I thought of the talent thus burned up in haste;
I thought of their courage. I thought, what a waste.

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