They were born in factories
Worked their lives off without a salary
Not even a pension was given
Gutters and junkyards became their graves
"What about the children?" one would ask
The kids evolved through generations
Working much more efficiently
But still underpaid and uncared for
Each was a shimmering star
In an astral mass of flesh and bone
But none could notice their shine
So they drink and drink now
Drowning their circuits in booze
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