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When machines rock, and sing the white fandango.
Singing their songs unto the ether;
Whose destinations once known.
When machines rock, and reach for river Jordan.
Churning their insides and answers hence forthcoming;
Whose questions once known.
They dance in sorrow only to serve ...
Now that only dust remains.