So throbbing my migraine, my brain compounds Infinity's ratio to Time's yearning for rest
Ah! For grave robbing my own treasure, drear Memory, thy earning Poverty is blest!
Saqi, pour without measure putting Paul's Truth to Ruth's test.
Omnis determinatio negatio est.
Envoi-
Prince! Betroth only blondes! Not even the most lonely of black holes can hide a real number
Suffering is mere Suffering, Souls simpering elide to come across as yet dumber
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