Endless Earths! An
infinite number spins Around their suns, full of lusty life, Revolving islands, with ravenous creatures rife, The untouched Edens waiting for our sins. How might we treat them better than our own Despoiled Earth, once a garden grove, As, banished to the stars, we restless rove, Yearning for a place that feels like
home.
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