For those who study the cosmos,
There is one fact they will learn,
We are all made of stardust
And to stardust we will return.
So, don't look for me in just one place,
For it is not where I shall be,
I will be somewhere out in the cosmos,
Scattered, drifting and free,
Helping to build a myriad things,
My everlasting legacy.
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