Come, let us hasten to a higher plane Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn, Their indices bedecked from one to n Commingled in an endless Markov chain! Ill grant thee random access to my heart, Thoult tell me all the constants of thy love; And so we two shall all loves lemmas prove, 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.Love and Tensor Algebra, St. 1, 4, 6, in The First Sally A: or, Trurls Electronic Bard

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