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Laika loitered in the streets
Sometimes she howled at the moon.
Certain men laid hands on her.
And they robbed her of her eagerness!
 
She had no plans, the bitch!
She just minded her own business...
So they put her in a cell.
That flew in the sky, so lost!
 
Lost in the air, in rotation...
She dialogued with loneliness!
In the light of yellow dawn.
 
The ship would not return to the ground.
They would never get her out of prison.
She decided to become a star.


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