Paris, Paris. burning bright
In the vacuum of the night -
What commercial hand or eye
Framed thy mindless symmetry?
What the PR, what the hype
In what flack's mind was born thy type?
What greedy agent filled with hope
Dares thy empty words promote?
And water heaven with their tears,
Does He smile His work to see?
Did He who made a brain make thee?
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