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点击复制The field begins its quiet sum,
Where sparks of night to numbers come;
Divide by tears the past supplied;
Each pulse of gold each rhythm slight
An algebra of borrowed light
They add the dark divide the glow
The theorem hums the roots below;
The proof is simple soft and clear—
That stars and hearts are kin sincere
I count the loss subtract the pride
Through grace the quotient shines anew
Infinity in mortal view
The air collects their quiet lore
The glow repeats a hidden score;
Each firefly writes in tender art—
The endless math of living heart