1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144
You are universal, you are the Fibonacci
From the spiral of a galaxy, to the golden ratio of my ear
Nothing is a coincidence, it is all a pattern
I can see you on the house of a snail
When I pick up a seashell, your numbers speak to me
The seahorse and the prawn, the hurricane and the galaxy
Nothing escapes the Fibonacci spiral, always and everywhere
Robbie
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