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Elon, are you grieving
Over Golden Tess unleaving?
Cars, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the DOGE grows older
We will come to such cars colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wood trim leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, Musk, the name:
Falling stocks are aflame.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What markets heard of, investors guessed:
It is the panic Tess was born for,
It is Elon Musk you mourn for.