If Edgar Allan Poe was into Design Systems

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious system of design and lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
The sound of components, gently snapping, snapping together without a chore.

"'Tis a design system," I muttered, "bringing order to the core—
Merely this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, every button, every splendor,
Every color scheme so tender, typography galore.

Each component, standardized, like a raven's watchful eyes,
Creating bonds that harmonize—consistency at its core.

Unified in system's might, like patterns we restore—
Standardized for evermore.

And each separate style injection, linked with careful introspection,
Brings coherence and direction, as was never seen before.

'Tis a design system, nothing more.

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