We came from a far star
We left our families behind
To fly to the Earth
Our mission to alert mankind
To the atomic boom
Did we die too soon?
A crash landing at Roswell
But we made the news
Our craft it was broken
Our bodies lay on the sand
A military exclusion zone was set up
- where we'd landed
But people had seen
Our melt-sand diamond skid
The glyphs on our spacecraft
And the light that it shed
As she flashed through the atmosphere.
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