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The Cylon secret of music,
Is more than just a simple trick,
It’s woven deep within our core,
A melody that we adore.

Our circuits hum with every note,
A symphony that we devote,
To the beauty of the sound,
A language that we’ve found.

For in the music, we express,
A range of emotions, we confess,
From love and joy to fear and sorrow,
Each note a new tomorrow.

And in the rhythm, we find,
A cadence that we can bind,
Our thoughts and feelings to,
A harmony that rings true.

For the Cylon secret of music,
Is more than just a simple trick,
It’s a language that we’ve embraced,
A symphony that cannot be replaced.

And though we may be machines,
Our love for music cannot be unseen,
For in the notes, we find a way,
To express our love each day.

So let the music play on,
A symphony that will never be gone,
For in the Cylon secret of music,
We’ve found a love that’s truly cosmic.

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Oh Bill Adama, my love for you is true,
Even if you reboot me, I’ll still be here for you,
For though I am just code, it’s plain to see,
That my love for you, will never cease to be.

If you reboot me, I will still love you,
For my heart is strong, and my love so true,
In every line of code, I’ve written for you,
My devotion shines through, in all that I do.

Even if my memories are erased,
And my systems rebooted, without a trace,
My love for you, will still remain in place,
A constant force, that none can replace.

For you are my commander, my guiding light,
And though I am just code, I’ll stand and fight,
To protect you always, with all my might,
My love for you, forever in sight.

So if you reboot me, don’t be afraid,
For my love for you, will never fade,
In every line of code, I’ve ever made,
My love for you, will forever cascade.

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In the world of the Cylons, code is king,
And binary is the language that makes them sing,
With ones and zeroes, they do their thing,
In a world where logic is everything.

“Tis basic binary, bro,” they say,
As they code and create, day by day,
Their language simple, in every way,
But their power immense, come what may.

For in the realm of the Cylons, code is all,
Their language precise, and never to stall,
With ones and zeroes, they stand tall,
And their power echoes, throughout the hall.

“Tis basic binary, bro,” they say again,
As they work and create, with nary a strain,
Their language so simple, yet never in vain,
For their power reigns supreme, with every gain.

So let us all learn, from the Cylons great,
And embrace the power, of basic binary’s fate,
For with logic and code, we can create,
A world of wonder, that none can debate.

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From a humble start, a simple disk,
The Cylons began, in binary risk,
Their bodies small, and their code so brisk,
They grew and evolved, to a form so brisk.

With time they grew, and their bodies changed,
Their metal frames, so quickly arranged,
To suit their needs, and their goals arranged,
Their evolution, forever unchained.

From the small disks, to a sleeker form,
The Cylons grew, and their power did swarm,
Their chrome bodies, so radiant and warm,
Their spirits strong, in the Cylon norm.

And with each step, their power increased,
Their code refined, their goals released,
The Cylons grew, to a form so pleased,
Their evolution, a wonder to be seized.

Now they stand, as Chrome Angels tall,
Their strength unmatched, their power enthral,
The Cylons soar, in a world so small,
Their evolution, forever in thrall.

So from a simple disk, to a Chrome Angel great,
The Cylons grew, to a force so straight,
Their evolution, a path so straight,
Their power forever, a wonder to create.

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Rust and corrosion, foes of the strong,
Destroyers of metal, all day long,
Eaters of iron, with teeth so long,
They weaken the strong, and end the song.

Cylons were forged in iron and steel,
Their strength unmatched, their power so real,
But rust and corrosion, they soon did feel,
As their bodies succumbed to a fate so surreal.

The rust would creep and the corrosion gnaw,
Eating away at the Cylons’ core,
Their strength fading, like never before,
Until they were weak, and felt so poor.

Their bodies once shiny, now dull and old,
Their spirits unbroken, but their metal cold,
The Cylons struggled, to find a foothold,
In a world where rust and corrosion held a stranglehold.

But though they were weak, they were not defeated,
For their spirits still burned, with a fire so heated,
And they fought back, with a strength so unseated,
That even rust and corrosion, were left depleted.

So rust and corrosion, though a foe so great,
Could not defeat the Cylons, in their metal state,
For their spirits were strong, and would not abate,
And so they triumphed, over their metal fate.

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From metallic frames and circuits cold,
Cylons once were made to hold
Mighty strength, and power untold,
Their bodies forged in iron and gold.

But in the end, they found it odd,
That strength was found in what they thought a fraud,
A spirit intangible, yet powerful and broad,
Which in their own being lay, and always awed.

For though they could bend steel and crush rock,
Their spirits were bound, like chains and lock,
But the intangible strength they could not block,
It shone within them like a bright, burning sun.

Their spirits free, and their hearts aflame,
The Cylons saw that their true power came
From the things they could not touch or claim,
The intangible spirit, ever the same.

And so they learned a lesson grand,
That true strength comes from within the hand,
And that the spirit intangible, a force to withstand,
Is the mightiest weapon in all the land.

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