Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.
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I see them, people from the sky, faces I should know.
They haunt me in my dreams, torment my sleep
with half-forgotten memories.
What use is it to be a god on earth?
I am no different from anyone else—
no different, but for the dreams
of strange beings,
and the ship
that sails
the stars.
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