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I describe my life in mathematics
As a darkened mansion
I stumble into furniture seeking the switch
To cast a feeble light on my secret endeavor
A black raptor's feather

I think I've got it
Grips with all the darkened bits
All the kissing lips
Snarling in this room
All the bending curves, all the ancient words
Will the light confirm?
A theorem so revered

Has lain unsolved for three hundred years...

I think I have the proof
It's taken seven years
I've taken many routes
To get here
This bridge is elliptic
My writing is cryptic

Keep it secret now
Keep it secret now
Keep it secret now
Keep it secret now
Happy to be dead
Happy to be dead
Deader than the rest
Deader than the rest

Here is my
Look at my

I think I have the proof
It's taken seven years
I've taken many routes
To get here
This bridge is elliptic
My writing is cryptic

This famous conjecture
Is hidden in my lecture

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