In a world post-apocalyptic
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In a world post-apocalyptic,
Where music seemed to fade away,
The Mystery Stage was long gone,
The Main Stage a memory.
The Rennbahn, once alive with sound,
Now silent and abandoned too.
The Exhibition, once full of cheer,
Now empty, with nothing to do.
But hope was not lost, for the people knew,
That even in this dark and lonely place,
There was still a chance for joy to renew,
And love to find its warm embrace.
For the Molli, once broken and lost,
Was now a symbol of unity and pride.
And the Bands, once scattered and tossed,
Now united, with nothing to hide.
So they gathered, at the Warm Up show,
To celebrate their newfound equality,
And as they danced, under the glow,
Of the Statue's triumphant majesty.
For in this world, post-apocalyptic,
Music and love would always thrive,
Bringing happiness, so ecstatic,
In this new world, where all could thrive.
