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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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