It was your ego, it was your ego,
let it go, let it go, let it go,
My conscious liberation unto the way of the thousands
but no, it's too much, how can I possibly?
BSD from scratch? But that would be impossible ...
Assembly assembling pushpop the stack back
and now addressing a deeper serenade
A language signified, dignified,
my aesthetic must be true
I wouldn't believe, too much to see
the world when it speaks to me
A million songs I've never sung,
a million thoughts my soul have stung
a million riddles coursing through my mind
And now -
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