Paroles de Math Without Tears
Head on towards a new day and say that this time is mineEverything is broken and torn pages from a math book are set to flames
Vigour raises health
Monastic reward for praise past through the crowd
The autocrats receive warning of an end to their masquerade
Complicate the norms to separate the altitudes
Are we all elite now?
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