| Far away and long ago
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| Kings in castles high and low
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| And things of beauty to behold
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| All worth more than their weight in gold…
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| Finely crafted gilded glass
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| Sculpted moldings iron casts
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| And tables set with cloth and wine
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| Essentials to a vaster time
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| Cawing clawing invisibly
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| The axes cry the sledgehammers sing
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| Lying dogs awake from their sleep
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| When leaning towers crumble like teeth
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| And the pages turn before they quickly burn
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| To a salty pile of prisms and wires
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| Values mark their shift in course
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| Innovate without remorse
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| Prepare the cannons, load the guns
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| A new world order has begun…
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| Sliver, sterile, steadfast, and clean
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| The standard for a brave new machine
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| In fast-producing efficiency
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| The lights will flash in florescent green
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| And the tables turn before they quickly burn
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| To a salty pile of prisms and wires
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| Far away and long ago
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| Stars will set and suns will glow |