The arcade hum, a low electric thrum,
A symphony of quarters one by one.
And there you were, a bright, insistent yellow,
A simple circle chasing what would follow.
That iconic waka-waka sound,
Echoing through the space, all around.
A maze of blue, a comforting design,
Where power pellets glowed, a hopeful sign.
Blinky, Pinky, Inky, Clyde,...
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