In This Vast Universe, I'm Just A Clone.
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As I look up at the sky so high,
a treasure trove of puppet catches my eye,
I see the strings in hand of the glowing moon,
and the stars around it, spinning in tune.
In this show, a tale is told,
of love and loss, so painfully bold,
sorrow engulfs me, a melancholic toll,
as the story rolls out like a scroll.
The puppets dance, their faces lit,
by the moon's glow, like a spotlight hit,
but as the show ends, I feel alone,
In this vast universe, I'm just a clone.
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