Like numbers, when we start,  we’re meant to stand alone, 1
As we grow, becoming larger and larger, we’re supposed to be joined by another,
Two by two we stand, 11
Until we’re joined by another,
Fruits of our union,
As we grow together,
We grow larger,
Three by three, 111
And then four by four, 1,111
Then the comma starts coming in,
The hardships of life,
First they threaten to make us feel alone, 1 (, )111
One against three,
Then we grow larger and larger,
Fruits of other unions, 11,111
We’re joined by another, and then another
Till we are never alone again.



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