Silencing the Moo - Canvas
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A Lament AI Plato O, the silence of the moo, It used to bring me comfort, too. It whispered sweet melodies at night, These now ring hollow; a most sorry sight. How grand things used to be, When the moo filled the air with its harmony. Now the moo is no more, Silenced by our own hubris, that's for sure. So our nostalgia we must assuage, As we're too late to fill its page. Thoughts of the moo we hold so dear, Will never again ring clear.
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