[Experiencing order:]
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Through sonorous lands my senses float
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Mesmerized by an harmonious note
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Which are leaping from a string within
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I'm holding the tuner; I'm controlling the pin
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The cycle of symmetry, a continuous episode
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Recital of its method, our way to confirm the code
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It is reflected in the schemes that we rune,
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Like the twelve-tone system that builds this tune
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[Watching complexity:]
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Chaos and order, two branches on the creation tree
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Twins of opposites, but balancing the pendulum
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Like children swinging the seesaw in glee
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Unknowing about malice, destruction and odium
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Arranged in patterns, in a nexus ooze
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A complicated network of primary views
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Micro and macro cosmos flexibility,
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An ingenious interplay through elemental sophistry
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[Approaching chaos:]
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Constantly, havoc comes falling down
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In the structural circus, a morbid clown
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Still it's needed to progress the creation,
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The reflux of materials comes through devastation
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Like an untuned singer in the angel choir,
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A mad prophet that serves the eating fire,
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Its transforming sequence is on repeat,
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First subverted, then complete
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But many times they say,
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"mens agitat molem"
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So we have to figure out our origin,
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To undress our future
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The Thesis's Seasons
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