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Order is a lovely thing; on disarray it lays its wing, teaching simplicity to sing. |
Order is a lovely thing; on disarray it lays its wing, teaching simplicity to sing. |
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Order is never observed; it is disorder that attracts attention because it is awkward and intrusive. |
Order is repetition of units. Chaos is multiplicity without rythm. |
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