Tears like milky pearls
rolled down my cheeks,
Caught by the failing light
of the dying sun.
rolled down my cheeks,
Caught by the failing light
of the dying sun.
The last people evacuated,
ours was the last ship to leave.
ours was the last ship to leave.
Cryogenic dreams would
replace reality for the journey,
by the time we arrived
this planet Earth, would be gone.
this planet Earth, would be gone.
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