Number Song

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 I've multiplied, I'm 2.
He was part of me he came out of me, he took a part of me He took me apart.
I'm 2, he's my art, no, he's separate.
He art one.
I'm not done & I'm still one.
I sing of my son.
I've multiplied.
My heart's in 2, half to him & half to you, who are also a part of him, & you & he & I make trio of kind congruity.

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