Let's go back to the south of Sweden in 1576
When Tycho Brahe was building
His island 'Castle of Urania'
The first and last of its kind
Until Kepler came to mute
The music of the spheres
Into a hurdy-gurdy song
And the stars were given numbers
Having run out of the names of gods
Shakespeare was still a young man
And wars were everywhere in Europe
In one day the cosmos became a machine
Spawning endless new machines
Among which we now count ourselves
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