They said everything coloured
This is right and that's not
Tongue just lost all the flavoured
Whether right nor some not
A pair of shoes
Just a fork and a spoon
A pair of different shoes
As difference of the sun and moon
Things are not always reasonable
To know the day to be the night
Secrets will not remain accessible
Ignore the dark nor the light
A pair of different shoes
Who else bet to be wrong?
A pair of different shoes
Will those always be wrong?
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