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so, this is the world
where needles sting and stay
as sunshine falls while buskers play
to discover afresh the new tears
when old stars die, leaving fears
of change
but the order will rearrange

so, this is humankind
the dominant, the cerebral
imagining that this is not so terrible
where love has only one lifetime
passing more than its ordained prime
still, though the words are gone
the music might linger on

so, this is immortality
without concern for precedent woes
such matters hindering said repose
yet, the player’s tunes
and the fortuitous moons
are reminiscent of that gentle touch
when humans had so much

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