To them we say: Are being and one two different names for the same thing?
One—two—a light coffin and a heavy coffin, falling to the floor!
It's all over dust, and there are one—two—three tears in the cotton.
One—two—three—each one seemed the last, and yet there were ever more.
Here they come, sir,” I cried excitedly— “one—two—yes, there are three.