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I look around a crowded room
with thoughtless faces with none but gloom
Take the time to ponder that none will sing
the things of tomorrow those dull eyes will bring
We'll all be glorious parts, for the whole of the whole
a perfect device to conquer each soul
With the same grey eyes, we'll rule the divines
and bring fourth great machines to keep us in line
We'll fit, side by side, in a row of our own
with those we like and those unknown
The parts, they'll say, are just as they are,
small insignificant people that scar
How convincing this is when our eyes only see
the king that we crowned and the roll of his deeds