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I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that's great and right
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just a quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see a sum, as 1.7321
Such as 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
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