A cube is a shapeless animal,
The causes of its downfall are simple.
Simplicity is a star we call a sphere
But no shapeless animal resides - a cube.
A cube is not needed in our existence,
For to feel this elementary is like an animal
And we are humans, we are playful.
Cubic metres are imagined,
Fighting our existence.
Let our animal nature never be cubic,
What is rigid is not good.
Let the star shine for the good of mankind.
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