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In his mathematics library Fermat


Annotated every text to make it plain.


But the proof of his last theorem was sadly not


Short enough for any margin to contain.


 


Well I don't care


‘Bout her savoir faire


If her conscience is made of bricks.


 


Can't you see she looks fine to me?


 


Three hundred eighty two four thirty six.


Three hundred eighty two four thirty six.


 


On a sea of madness


Waiting for the end of time


Drowning in my sadness


And talking to a number that was prime.


 


On the night before the duel the young Galois


Wrote "I haven't time, I really can't explain.


These results must be preserved in case I'm shot."


The next morning he lay dying in the rain.


 


Well I don't know


When she comes and goes


Or where she crosses the River Styx.


 


Can't you see she looks mighty good to me?


 


Three hundred eighty two four thirty six.


Three hundred eighty two four thirty six.