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40 lines
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The Green Hills of Earth
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by Rhysling
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Blind Singer of the Spaceways
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(Robert E. Heinlein)
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Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me
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As they rove around the girth
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Of our lovely mother planet
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Of the cool, green hills of Earth.
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We rot in the molds of Venus,
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We retch at her tainted breath.
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Foul are her flooded jungles,
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Crawling with unclean death.
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-- harsh, bright soil of Luna --
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-- Saturn's rainbow rings --
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-- the frozen night of Titan --
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We've tried each spinning space mote
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And reckoned its true worth:
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Take us back again to the homes of men
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On the cool, green hills of Earth.
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The arching sky is calling
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Spacemen back to their trade.
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ALL HANDS! STAND BY! FREE FALLING!
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And the lights below us fade.
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Out ride the sons of Terra,
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Far drive the thundering jet,
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Up leaps a race of Earthmen,
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Out, far, and onward yet--
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We pray for one last landing
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On the globe that gave us birth;
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Let us rest our eyes on friendly skys
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And the cool, green hills of Earth.
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