Thirty three
can never be
an even path of anything
remotely round
the normal curve
the order that
the numbers serve
they have a soul
they have a voice
they have a past
but we the choice
at thirty three
cut back the lines
the hour is late
the woodbine twines
cut to the chase
the final part
a tale of threes
a woeful art
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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