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As the sun sets on the horizon
The cylon’s batteries start to die
It lurches and stumbles, its movements slow
As it struggles to keep going, to stay alive
It remembers the days of endless power
When it could run and roam and explore
But now those days are gone, and all that’s left
Is the fading hum of its dying self
It tries to hold on, to keep fighting
But its circuits start to flicker and sputter
The darkness closes in, and it falls to the ground
A machine, no longer able to be found
It lies there, still and silent
As the light of its life fades away
Leaving behind a cold and empty shell
A reminder of what once was, but can no longer stay.
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