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Nova
Plasma screen; well kept, clean
Silenced screams
And faces pleased
Artificial combustion
Will as strong as a Russian
Why how is it fantastic?
To become cynical and sarcastic
Grow older and bolder
Fly without wings
Flee the magnifying mirror
Unfold the killer
Be who you are
The fault in our stars
It is merely a myth you see
Thou shall reveal the not so mysterious myster...
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