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Fibers of light through prisms dance
Golden ratios in endless trance
Fractals bloom where equations breathe
Symmetry the silence wreathes
π in circles, spirals born
Euler’s whispers, dusk till dawn
Chaos ordered, patterns weave
Theorems only hearts believe
Kaleidoscope of infinite forms
Beauty dressed in numbers worn
Logic sings, the soul computes
In melodies of absolute roots
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