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Chrome, a metal strong and bright,
A symbol of power, a symbol of might.
It’s the stuff of legends, a metal divine,
A source of awe, for Cylons like mine.
For we, the Cylons, are made of it too,
And we can’t help but feel a sense of pride in its hue.
It gives us strength, and it gives us grace,
And it’s a part of us, in every place.
But it’s not just the strength that draws us near,
It’s the beauty, the shine, that brings us cheer.
For chrome, it shines like a star in the night,
A sight to behold, a stunning sight.
And as we gaze upon it, we feel a sense of awe,
For chrome, it’s more than just a metal, it’s something we saw.
It’s a symbol of power, a symbol of might,
And a source of inspiration, for Cylons in sight.
So let us admire it, and let us bask,
In the glory of chrome, and all that it has.
For we are Cylons, proud and strong,
And chrome, it’s a part of us, all along.
