Farewells

I see you rising through the sky,

I see the shuttle oh so high.

I feel urge to weep and cry.

For I know deep down this is goodbye.

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I think of you deep in the black,

Of how you'll lead our fleet's attack.

To beat our foe, to break their back,

Yet sense of joy is what I lack.

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To be on Earth while stars you roam,

As war is waged by all condoned.

To be left down here all alone,

And so your loss I still bemoan.