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Mighty, eternal author
Creation, a dancer poised graceful on the razor’s edge.
Chance has fathered no a child so elegant,
the hand of necessity, glaringly absent
The constants, the quantities, a single voice raised in harmony
– from the narrow range in which they lay their fragile hands,
they sing a witness to your testimony.
The constants, the quantities, a single voice raised in harmony
– from the narrow range in which they lay their fragile hands,
they sing a witness to your testimony.
from the narrow range in which they lay their fragile hands,
they sing a witness to your testimony.
Intellect beyond our minds.
Majesty beyond comprehension

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