Number Song

 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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