.A symphony of dying sings
Returning patrons to their seats
Dead opera hiss and roar the sky
Push and pulling satellites
Everybody's saying grace
To tidal waves and empty plates
We turn the clocks ahead
And hope to wake up
Well nothing feels like anything
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