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A dedication to the world's more artificial shade, and the people with synthetic moments. |
| Hollow laughter From a throat so dear Jaded tears And Artificial Smiles Look through your glasses A mask, a face You see so well Through blind eyes A name resounding, But empty in it's past None will forget A mind so clouded Dear boy, Put on your zirconium, And dance with the rich It's a world of fool's gold. |
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