There is an Amethyst Worldlet,
in the Vast Reaches of Space.
Far Far from the Sun,
Yet always Seeking her Face.
Circling lazily, he wanders, Repeating,
Endlessly drifting, gliding, Retreating.
Alone in the Cosmos to Ceaselessly Roam,
Mysterious, Shadowy, Amethyst Home.
Unseen, Unrivaled, Unquested, Unplumbed,
Icy and Bitter, permanently Shunned.
Yet in the deep Shades of Indigo Imagination
Pluto awaits, Dreaming of Inhabitation.
Crystalline Domes that Bridge Frozen Seas,
Terra-formed Gardens, Cloning Bees.
Dew Drops that Glisten, Rain of Snow,
Flowers that Jingle Just for Show.
Living on Pluto, where Amethyst day is night,
Ethereal Dreamer, My Little Plutonite.
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