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Through sonorous lands my senses float |
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Mesmerized by an harmonious note |
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Which are leaping from a string within |
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I'm holding the tuner; |
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I'm controlling the pin |
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The cycle of symmetry, a continuous episode |
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Recital of its method, our way to confirm the code |
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It is reflected in the schemes that we rune, |
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Like the twelve-tone system that builds this tune [Watching complexity:] |
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Chaos and order, two branches on the creation tree |
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Twins of opposites, but balancing the pendulum |
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Like children swinging the seesaw in glee |
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Unknowing about malice, destruction and odium |
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Arranged in patterns, in a nexus ooze |
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A complicated network of primary views |
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Micro and macro cosmos flexibility, |
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An ingenious interplay through elemental sophistry [Approaching chaos:] |
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Constantly, havoc comes falling down |
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In the structural circus, a morbid clown |
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Still it's needed to progress the creation, |
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The reflux of materials comes through devastation |
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Like an untuned singer in the angel choir, |
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A mad prophet that serves the eating fire, |
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Its transforming sequence is on repeat, |
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First subverted, then complete |
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But many times they say, "mens agitat molem" |
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So we have to figure out our origin, |
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To undress our future |