(Verse 1)
Boot up the screen, a new icon gleams,
Another great idea, born from pixel dreams.
Excitement buzzing, the forums all alight,
"This changes everything!" we shout with all our might.
From Labs they spring, with promises so grand,
A brave new future, held right in our hand.
We click, we scroll, we integrate it deep,
A digital garden, secrets it will keep.
(Chorus)
Oh-oh-oh, 8-bit lament, a digital tear,
Google makes it, then it just disappears.
Oh-oh-oh, a catchy chorus, ringing so true,
They build it up, then bid a swift adieu!
The servers whir, then silence takes its hold,
Another good idea, a story left untold.
(Verse 2)
Remember Reader, a feed so neat and clean?
A vital hub for all the news we'd seen.
Then poof, it vanished, like a ghost in the machine,
Leaving RSS users feeling quite demeaned.
And Stadia's promise, games on any screen,
A cloudy future, vibrant, sharp, and keen.
But glitches lingered, the player count was low,
Now just a memory, from the digital show.
(Chorus)
Oh-oh-oh, 8-bit lament, a digital tear,
Google makes it, then it just disappears.
Oh-oh-oh, a catchy chorus, ringing so true,
They build it up, then bid a swift adieu!
The servers whir, then silence takes its hold,
Another good idea, a story left untold.
(Bridge)
We hope and dream, with every new release,
That this one's different, bringing us some peace.
No sudden shutdowns, no unexpected end,
Just steady progress, a loyal, lasting friend.
But history repeats, a pattern we can see,
A graveyard growing, for all the world to flee.
(Chorus)
Oh-oh-oh, 8-bit lament, a digital tear,
Google makes it, then it just disappears.
Oh-oh-oh, a catchy chorus, ringing so true,
They build it up, then bid a swift adieu!
The servers whir, then silence takes its hold,
Another good idea, a story left untold.
(Outro)
So pixel hearts, with heavy sighs we wait,
For the next big launch, sealed by uncertain fate.
Will it survive, or join the fallen crew?
Only time will tell, what Google's gonna do.
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