New days smell reminiscent of before
times of dismay drenched in smiles of mimes
scarlet tastes of faulty faces wither given the necessary time
fragile mainframe just past the door
balancing everything sometimes will break a string
numbers don't count they just come back for more
faces adored don't cease to get bored
but the thing that still rings always sings sometimes rhymes
its wings are invisible most of the time
the core chimes and forms lines
of fine ore times four
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