It was a
golden strand of memory
encoded in a complex string
of destiny and attraction
guaranteed to cause reaction
it formed a chain of logic gates
arrayed in theoretical plates
designed to fire in a cascade
each time the proper sequence played
twined in a helix tied in a knot
loaded with a single a reusable hot shot
designed to fire information into the core
nothing else nothing more
The birthday gift I gave to her
a tape record of what we were
wrapped tightly round a spindle
deep memories to kindle
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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