I'm a new idea in a new age.
A new impulsion to a new wave.
A new impulse of a new brain.
A new convulsion of a new strain.
A new race for a new win.
Newly born, already been.
Am I already a steady ruin?
Am I completely outrun?
Am I an old idea in an old age?
Better resign, better be sage.
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