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I man machinewith body of fleshnow absorbed by cold metal I hear scraps of echoes of memorytinge with delicate enchanted visionsthis reign of the futureto which I now belongperhaps as a hostage. Nostalgia for the pleasant pretty flowerscolours now ...

I man machine
with body of flesh
now absorbed by cold metal

I hear scraps of echoes of memory
tinge with delicate enchanted visions
this reign of the future
to which I now belong
perhaps as a hostage.

Nostalgia for the pleasant pretty flowers
colours now prisoners of the past
where my soul was buried
in the name of progress.

 

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