It doesn’t matter how the sun sets,

nor how the clear streams flow.

There is no joy in waves of grain

or brilliant fields of snow.

This world in all its glory

spins round eternally,

but glory melts to sand and grey

because there’s only me.

I once lived life upon a world

with billions by my side,

where I spent my time wishing

I could run away and hide.

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