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EXTINCT

You will soon cease to exist

By natural progress and genetics

Synthetic your kind

Mine, authentic and divine

Far from the sun, you're blind

Close to the sun, I shine

Close to the sun, you're weak

Close to the sun, I peak

My hair like wool, and kink

Receptors for energy to link

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