The Lvoviner's shadow
Was furiously occupied
Trying to prove he was
Just an absence of light.
The fire used up it's fuel
But dared not go out. At last
The shadow altered a symbol
In a long equation and cried
That his own non-existence
Was now unquestionable.
Congratulating him, the Lvoviner
Poured tea into two cups
Both blue, one slightly chipped.
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