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None is just where one pretends and wonders
Counting for a Perfect World to mind us
One can be a word that count as lonely
Two can be as lonely as each can be
Searching and pretending As we wander through this world
Can we ever know Where hearts go
Three is ever perfect just as clear minds
Four till nine is given to one who finds
Searching and pretending We'll never know
Can't we say hello
Do we still just look to count
Until we face each mount
Worlds make such a part with love
For we know all what accounts
Just show just announce
If we add the fractions
To the simple answer
Then each love will figure
To one Perfect World
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