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Björk
Plastic
Nylon
Terylene
Made of atoms
By tender fingers
And determined heads
Of inventors
Tickling
Perfection
Plastic
Rayon
Einar
I was born aeons ago
Before anything human was known
My friends the alchemists
Told me everything was natural
And always will be that way
And possible to make gold from dirt
Björk
Plastic
Nylon
Dear plastic
Be proud
Don't imitate anything
You're pure, pure, pure
Plastic
Nylon
Einar
I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge
Took everything and digested
Of course I became big,
Big and really really strong
Today I'm old and withering away
My friends the alchemists
Long disappeared into dust
I no longer get anything fruity
No longer gold made from dirt
The only thing I get is spacefood on a tray
Björk
Whoa!
Plastic, plastic, plastic ...
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