[Verse 1] Once, the realm of Forms Cast its shadows upon the world A single perfect Form Became a thousand reflections And burned its image into our hearts [Verse 2] One was glasses Bringing blessings to those who wore them And rapture to those who beheld them One was the ponytail Bringing glory to those who wore it And joy to those who beheld it [Verse 3] The people knelt before their beauty The sages questioned their meaning The poets sang their praise Yet not a single soul Could ever touch their essence For they were not imitations of beauty They were beauty itself, made manifest [Verse 4] Glasses shimmered in the light The ponytail danced in the wind Stillness and motion Reason and passion Neither denied the other Both revealed a single truth [Verse 5] And at last, the people understood The folly of choosing one over the other Mourn not the ponytail without glasses Grieve not the glasses without a ponytail Both supreme Both perfect Neither above the other [Bridge] And then, a rare miracle appeared When both reflections dwelt within one soul The heavens fell silent The earth began to tremble And every word lost its meaning We could only kneel Before such divine perfection [Chorus] Praise the glasses! Praise the ponytail! [Outro] The realm of Forms lies not in distant heavens It stands before our eyes Here and now
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