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Rebellious cloud, indignant child
Follow the herd
You will move fall rise move fall rise
You have no dreams; you are the dream
Bend to the will of the meteorarchy

Maintain the illusion of variation
The cycle of change, immutable
Perhaps you'll attract enough
A burst of creative energy
A result of friction with society
But the storm will clear, leaving
The circle unbroken

— The End —