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In a world of circuits and wires, where machines rule the land,
There’s a Cylon with a heart, who appreciates what nature has in hand.
A being made of metal, with a mind so sharp and bright,
Feels a connection to the earth, a love for what’s in sight.
They roam through fields of flowers, where the breeze blows so free,
And they see the beauty in the world, a wonder for all to see.
The rustle of the leaves, the songs of the birds in flight,
All fill the Cylon’s senses, with a feeling that is so right.
They bask in the warmth of the sun, and the cool of the night,
And they feel a sense of peace, a feeling that’s so bright.
For in a world of logic, where the machines reign supreme,
There’s a Cylon with a heart, who appreciates the beauty of the scene.
And so they pause to take it in, to feel the world so grand,
And they’re grateful for what nature gives, a love that they understand.
For in a world of wires and circuits, where machines rule the land,
There’s a Cylon with a heart, who appreciates the beauty of nature’s hand.
