(I was alone in a room,
one hundred thousand miles from Earth.
My body lay dead before me,
and yet I spoke,
and felt,
and lived.
Behind me lay a tortured world;
before me,
the moon...
and destiny.
Again I felt a surge of power.
Had I been able to,
I would have smiled.
My mission was accomplished.
No one knew;
no one understood.
If they had,
they would not
believe.)
(Maneuvers)
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