From far away the world glows
Like dying stars harboring woes
Its hidden beauty beyond the mist
Softly, it speaks to the observer
Calling,
Captivating,
Alluring,
It whispers in the wind:
"Come forth, Come forth,
All who view me from afar.
Those that crave adventure.
That wish to explore above silver skies
And below the deepest oceans."
Search for this buried world
It exists to whoever can grasp it
It lives and breathes the air we need.
Classic style!
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