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In the year thirty, thirty three
At Gliese six-six-seven Cee
We monitored our landing thrust
then touched down gently in the dust.
It wasn't until the second day
That I could quietly slip away.

Laboriously I climbed a hill
And almost choking on the thrill
I turned my disbelieving eyes
Up to the waiting, ochre skies
And saw the dream that drove a rhyme
So gently crafted at a time
When good men feared we'd never live
Instead, unable to forgive
That endless wars would terminate
In wiping Man clean off the slate.

A thousand years have passed since then
And all he asked us fellow men
Was to recite some simple verse
In honor to the Universe.

“If ever from a rocky hill
Three suns, amazingly, instill
A sense of peace, and quiet thought
A value found, that was long sought

Then know for sure that no Divide
Can stop me smiling by your side “.

Francis Meyrick