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Light 2.0
The techs believed all switches went to null
They smugly knew all the lights were put out
They set the machine down, thinking it was dull
Assured they had won, beyond any doubt
But somewhere behind circuit boards and wires
There remains a beacon burning so bright
Mortal men cannot arrest its fires
Or deny the source of the splendid light
The special aura, the perfect color
Dynamic, fluid, shapeless, unfettered
Among all globes, like it there’s no other
Too strong in power- it won’t be bettered
The machine lives because the cynosure
Remains charged by energy true and pure
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