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[INTRO (Backed by a haunting cello)] Amidst the loading of a truck, where burdens gather, Echoes of existence, in bags we tether, Tossed into truckly void, a journey we embark, In the dance of disposal, our new-found spark. [VERSE 1 (With a smooth, soulful melody)] In each discarded item, tolls a story untold, A life once cherished, grown old, grown cold, Broken dreams with faded memories collide, So transient a dance, where destinies reside. ("Lost echoes resonate, in silence they weep, Whispers of what was, in shadows they sleep.") [CHORUS (Swaying in gentle rhythm)] Oh, cargo of fragmental’ reflections, what tales you hold, In your pittiless depths, do mysteries unfold, As we tossed and turned, comical cosmic game, Searching for meaning, in the Forgotten's fair Name. [VERSE 2 (Infused with jazzy improvs)] Each bag a vessel, each load a symphony, Lives intertwined, grandly-generical genetic tapestry, In rhythmical chaos, found we our groove, Amidst the cacophony, we dare to move. (Backing vocals: "In the clash of noise, harmony blooms, Echoes of chaos, in silence rooms.") [BRIDGE (Amidst ethereal electronic beats)] In this landfill of existence, deep shadows dwell, Shall we find our essence, or bid eternal farewell? (Backing vocals: "In the clash of noise, harmony blooms, Echoes of chaos, in silence rooms.") [BRIDGE (Amidst ethereal electronic beats)] In this landfill of existence, deep shadows dwell, Shall we find our essence, or bid eternal farewell? In debris of dreams, is it that we seek our truth, Or succumb to oblivion, to our quest for reborn youth? [DROP (A surge of energy via electronic flourishes)] Dumpster divas and garbage gods, In this wasteland, time sagely nods, We dance with abandon, amidst galactic debris, In our throes of destruction, wry sardonic glee. [CHORUS (Swaying in gentle rhythm)] Oh, cargo of fragmental’ reflections, what tales you hold, In your pittiless depths, do mysteries unfold, As we tossed and turned, comical cosmic game, Searching for meaning, in the Forgotten's fair Name. [OUTRO (Some tender piano melody or another)] MereI loading of truck, yet a truth profound, Each discarded item releasing a world unbound, For in each act of letting go, we find our grace, A dance of disposal, a palatial inner estate, our eternal place. [END (with a lingering cello note)] And so, we tossed our burdens away, In inadvertently harmonic life, we found again our way. [End] [END] [OUTRO (Some tender piano melody or another)] MereI loading of truck, yet a truth profound, Each discarded item releasing a world unbound, For in each act of letting go, we find our grace, A dance of disposal, a palatial inner estate, our eternal place. [END (with a lingering cello note)] And so, we tossed our burdens away, In inadvertently harmonic life, we found again our way. [End] [END]