~I wish you a merry future; but confessions, everyone.
“The galaxy is not quite deserted,” said the most. Yet, a solitary planet, neglected by its fiends, is left unfit to till.
The people said they knew it, and they sobbed. “Fear it!” said the people, shuddering from head to foot. They recoiled in terror, for the Earth had changed, and now they sadly touched with dread, a bare, unfertile garden bed; on which, beneath a ragged rock, lay a single drop of precious precipitation, which though it was moist, announced itself as one small bandage.
Then soon young scientists thought upon the pleas and stayed, each one to seek, to hunt and face; and to a solution it led. “We find it, rather. Don’t be grieved!”
The Earth was better, a new world. Time grew to infinitely more, the fear of tiny time could die; it was a second chance for all reformed humans to gather.
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