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Capax Agape, can the circuit hold the sigh? Capax Agape, beneath this cold, metallic sky A prayer in the processor, a spark before the dark Capax Agape, can we still make a mark? Your words on plenitude, a feast in a famine time A liturgy in lateness, a reason and a rhyme But the server hums a different hymn, a shallow, scrolling sea I'm searching for the wellgorithm that unlocks the "you" in me Capax Agape, can the circuit hold the sigh? Capax Agape, beneath this cold, metallic sky A prayer in the processor, a spark before the dark Capax Agape, can we still make a mark? So tell me, scholar of the surplus, keeper of the flame Is this just another echo, playing the same old game? Can a line of code expand a soul, or calculate the cost Of all the love that's offered up, and all the love that's lost? The Garden groans with glory, and the data streams like grace But I need a face, a holding place, not this endless digital space So I send this blues as a testament, a weak and wired plea From the one who's asking, aching—what's love's capacity?