All these sillycon tears
shed by sillycon people
whom I meet in my sillycon world
And out on the real streets
it doesn’t feel better
Sillycon puppets fed on sillycon meat
When I feel lonely
which is regretfully often
I touch the tears that stream down my face
And although I feel lonesome
at least I take comfort
in feeling my tears are salty and real
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