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