The Poetic Arithmetic
I fear i woyld always be
the lonely number like root three
if there is all thats good and right
why should my three be out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign
i wishi were the number nine
cos nine could cause a single trick
with just one simple arithmetic
i know i'll never see the sun
as 1.7321
such as my reality
more to my irretionality
our love would always smooth-sailby
together now we multiply
From a number we oprefer
rejiocing like an integer
We break free from moral bonds
and with the wave of magic wonds
our square root signs are all so good
and love for me is being renewed.
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