Sitting by the beach and watching the sky dim,
thinking, where were your glory days?
Since it's all gone by so fast,
and things changed, but they also haven't

Though the moon waxes and wanes,
the clouds never clear, and it hasn't
rained in decades. You are an alien,
where are your people?

And why haven't you adapted?

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