We observe this fledgling race
And all their quaint attempts at grace
From high above their mortal sphere
Forbidden to ever interfere
Our job is simply to record
The follies of this hapless horde
Along with any that disperse
Across the endless universe
So many cultures come and go
An epoch ends before you know
For history is never still
We’ve always been and always will.
Are You Reading Me?
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