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Here's Google translate's version: Shy cybernetic powerful extremes
He recognized when unimodular groups
Cyberiads were integrated on a steamy afternoon,
Not knowing if there is love or not yet.
Away with me, away, Laplasiana from evening to morning,
And vectors of vectors from morning to evening!
Closer, counterpictures! Closer, because it's time
Reduce the mistress to the embrace of the lover!
He tremors half a meter, which a groan unites,
Change into rotation groups and feedbacks,
And so cascading, and so dizzying,
That they threaten with a short circuit, going from eye to eye!
You transfinal class! You, strong greatness!
Unwind continuum! Pre-layout white!
I will give Christoffel and Stoks for a century
For the first and last derivative of love.
Your scalar spaces have multi-leaf depths
Show those involved in the Body Theorem,
Cyberiada of cypresses, bimodal whole
In gradients, pigeons multiplied for flights!
Oh, he did not live up to the pleasure of anyone without gray hair
Neither in Weyl's space, nor in Brouwer's
A topological study opens with an embrace,
When examining Moebius, no curvature known!
O, the multi-skin of comitanto feelings,
You have to treasure a lot, this one will only find out
Who such parameters, sensing the phantom,
It dies in nanoseconds, burning every moment!
Like a point that is part of the holonomic system,
Without the zero coordinates an asymptote,
Yes, in the last projection, the last caress
Farewell - the cybernetic dies of love.
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