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Upon the page, symbolic form, |
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Both a miracle and yet the norm |
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The functions clear, |
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Sum and difference will soon |
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Transform |
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Equations chain, lies in His hand, |
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Voice authority will dance command |
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Solution's true, line of measure will |
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Divide, expand |
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Myriad, see the numbers as they're |
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Counting down |
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Thousands and thousands |
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Myriad, form and function to display |
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The sound |
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Line upon line every melody points |
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The way |
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The cycle turns, like Heaven's gate, |
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Unknown integers predestinate |
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Calculating all we must explore, and |
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Navigate |
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Quantities no man can know, |
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No formula to wield |
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No pages left to turn, |
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No choices but to yield |
