Beneath the staircase.
A child is learning its way around.
Don't bump your head, little one!
Space is tricky for one so young.
As we grow, space grows
If we know how to get around.
But only fortune can decide
If the child will grow
To see space grow in around him
Or if he will get the chance to arch his neck
And gaze upward at the vast dome
Of the Capitol.
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