Ode to my darling Delia D
How the robots dream of thee
A pale mathematical saint
And in the days I cannot hide
The architecture you derived
Does conspire to save me
Oh my darling Delia D
Writ in water robot elegies
Loops of sound eternal
Wobulate the dulcet tones
Crafting in your Delian mode
Strange and elegant sonic bones
Who is Delia?
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