Make a nursery rhyme

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Here we go round the panopticon
the panopticon, the panopticon
here we go round the panopticon
in a cold remorseless cosmos.

This is how we lost our minds
lost our minds, lost our minds
this is how we lost our minds
in a cold remorseless cosmos.

This is the way we see the end
see the end, see the end
this is the way we see the end
in a cold remorseless cosmos.

Now it’s time to mourn our dead
mourn our dead, mourn our dead
now it’s time to mourn our dead
in a cold remorseless cosmos.