When we no longer share
Common space or common air
When you see the Earth rise
Beneath your feet, beneath your eyes
When you see a mountain top
Look out further, do not stop
Until you see etched out land
Like the lines in your palm hand
Remember that there was a place
Close to home, in outerspace
A place that we no longer share
What's common here, not common there
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