A Lyric For The Ages Sometimes it seems like the stars scattered across the sky, Are shiny, silver Bugattis, sometimes I wish they weren't so high, Because when something that provides us light is just a flashy toy, How can we receive any light besides authentic joy? And those synthetic voids that fill up your earth and sky, They're bound to cascade from the pedestal you made, And crush us with a merciless might.
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