A gimmick is our friendship
Facade is our love
Destruction is our path
Eternal is our wrath
Light is but golden
On lonely autumn days
Internal is abysmal
When each day is dismal
Confusion is the key
A solid game, an ecstasy
Discussion is an art
To separate each part apart
Perseverance may not hold
If calculations go astray
Lingering each moment
To stretch another day
Sky is black
Air is cold
Dust is dust
Gold is gold
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