Pi, Pt. 2

If I bring her one red rose
I will smell her sweet perfume
If I bring her one red rose
She will gaze into my eyes
If I bring her one red rose

Flowers will shrivel
Equations will thrive
Old Archimedes kept this one alive
He said that pi is always three point one four one
Five

Chaos and order can never combine
It's far too risky when lives intertwine
There's safety in numbers like three point one four one five
Nine

Somethings you count on like three point one four one five nine



Credits
Writer(s): Neil Bartram
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