wearing    the    tears        
        of  failed workers        
   as  water pearls on her scales     
                                          
     the  two beams  of  a quasar     
                                          
  
      it's, miku, the bright light,       
        the center of the universe        
  
                                          
   launched  to   envelop  the  earth   
  and to watch and open her floodgates  
          even   so   often         
                                          
    to  lead the animal choir       
                                          
      now she's eyeing you      
    with  a disinterested  face     
                                          
     now she's  eyeing  you       
    tracing the shape of things     
          to come