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I fear that I will always be a lonely number like root three a three is all that's good and right, Why must my three keep out of sight, Beneath a vicious square root sign, I wish instead I were a nine for nine could thwart this evil trick, with just some quick arithmetic I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321 such is my reality, a sad irrationality when hark! What is this I see, Another square root of a three Has quietly come waltzing by, Together now we multiply To form a number we prefer, Rejoicing as an integer We break free from our mortal bonds and with a wave of magic wands Our square root signs become unglued and love for me has been renewed.
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