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TITLE
DATFILE-071「MusikMusimPanasFantasi!」

CIRCLE
dat file records

RELEASE DATE
2022/08/14 コミックマーケット100（C100）
8/14 日曜日 東5 ノ-18a 「dat file records」

【C100】Mad Judger 6xxxxxxxxx (preview)

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THE IDOLM@STER CINDERELLA GIRLS
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Remixed by NAGI feat.鷺沢文香

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[Lyrics]

Vault-lit saints behind tempered glass,
Prices rise as the sages pass.
Provenance whispers, gavel sings,
Authority crowns the simplest things.
Labels glow brighter than the art,
We worship context, not the heart—
Gold sleeps sound in a numbered room,
Beauty starves in curated gloom.


Beauty lives in every spark,
A tremor deep that lights the dark.
Do you see mere information—
Or the soul’s vibration?
Beauty hides in common stone,
Yet shakes the marrow, shakes the bone.
Are you reading data on the wall,
Or the pulse that shakes us all?



One mind laughs from a later day:
“Let’s tilt your idols, just to play.”
He forges wonders, clean and sly,
And mails them backward through the sky.
Past wakes up to a “miracle” find,
Frames it fast, rewrites the mind—
Tours, insurance, critics’ praise,
Myth gets minted in a blaze.


Beauty lives in every spark,
A tremor deep that lights the dark.
Do you see mere information—
Or the soul’s vibration?
Beauty hides in common stone,
Yet shakes the marrow, shakes the bone.
Are you reading data on the wall,
Or the pulse that shakes us all?



At last the jester takes the stage:
“I forged your holy, page by page.
You saw the story, not the line—
A halo hung on stolen time.”
Vaults fall quiet, values pale;
Kings of context drop their veil.
What were we seeing through the glass—
Beauty… or a fabled mass?


Masterpieces might be chance,
Thumb-flicked drafts that caught a glance.
Ancient dates and experts’ cheer—
Proof of worth? Not really, dear.
Scrape the slogan, kill the glare,
Let naked form meet naked air;
If nerves still sing when names are gone,
Keep the shiver. Pass it on.


Beauty lives in every spark,
A tremor deep that lights the dark.
Do you see mere information—
Or the soul’s vibration?
Beauty hides in common stone,
Yet shakes the marrow, shakes the bone.
Are you reading data on the wall,
Or the pulse that shakes us all?



We fed on tales instead of light,
Mistook the frame for perfect sight.
Beauty isn’t crown or throne—
It’s breath that moves the silent bone.

Even a coin, mass-struck, unsigned,
Can ring like autumn in the mind—
Not for the story stamped above,
But for the shock that says, “I love.”

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