I fear that I will die
An incomplete number like i.
An unreal number to be true
A lonely number no one knew.
Alone, I drift in the Argand Plane
No real happiness in my domain
A strange affinity for sadness
Nothing's for sure in this imaginary axis
When shall you come, -i?
Don't tell me it was a lie.
Just come, come be with me,
Let's join together and be free
To roam in the Cartesian plane
Let's multiply in Argand's bane
United, we have it won
Let's come together and be one.
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