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ELEVEN THIRDS How I try to tell of my love for you But I cannot find the words So I say X2 + 7x + 2 Minus eleven thirds, minus eleven thirds O the poets sing of the sky so blue and the love songs of the birds but I sing X2 + 7X + 2 minus eleven thirds, minus eleven thirds To what Compare thy beauty, what standard could I give But an unevaluated function and its derivative But this simple song that I sing to you is devoid of sines and surds It's merely X2 + 7X + 2 - 11/3, -11/3 NOTE: Development of Lewis Carrol's: And what mean all these mysteries to me, Whose life is full of indices and surds? X2 + 15x + 23 Equals 11/3! RG from singing of Nick Krukovsky @love @math filename[ ELEVTHIR SOF |
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