I have a heart, but not a language.
Such is my fate, my destination -
To have vocabulary of bounded variation.
| I cannot tell how nice is Cambridge;
I have a heart, but not a language. Such is my fate, my destination - To have vocabulary of bounded variation. |
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| Why is here the birth of every new day,
When sleepy beams against the Darkness strife, Like kissing a fairy princess in the night of May Like taking the first integral of your life? |
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| Unlimited are fantasies of naughty Cam:
When it displays with heavenly perfection, The shapes of meadows, clouds, men Oddly changed by some non-linear reflection |
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| Two banks: the sister and the brother,
Two loving hearts, by water split, For said once God: "Not cross each other" - Proving the second axiom of great Euclid. |
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| Spring Flowers, the first drops of star-dust
With perception appeal to every your sense. They have grown from the seeds of lust Topologically open and everywhere dense. |
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| What use of Mathematics, tell me please,
When it cannot make a single step near To formally proving anything of these: Theorems, too self-evident and clear. |
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