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Daddy's son to Major Tom
Are you still floating out there alone? You never knew you left a boy behind when you took your trip far above the world. What do the stars look like up there one hundred thousand miles away? Do they look different today? Can you reach out and hold them in your hand? Do you play in your capsule, where no one can see you? Sometimes I think you are watching me from outer space when I look up at the moon, I see your smiling face. And look! There a streak across the starry sky, burning bright and soaring high. Little Tom to ground control: Major Tom is coming home! But no, it is just a shooting star and it doesn't grant my wish tonight. I'm proud of you, my hero I've never met. I'll tell Mom you love her very much. She knows...
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