Come, let us hasten to a higher plane Wheretread the , Their indices bedecked from one to n Commingled in an endless ! I'll grant thee random access to my heart, Thou'lt tell me all the constants of thy love; And so we two shall all love'sprove, And in our bound partition never part. Cancel me not — for what then shall remain? Abscissas some mantissas, modules, modes, A root or two, a torus and a node: The inverse of my verse, a null domain.

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