We are both white as snow
But you will travel different roads
We come in different measures
And will receive different pleasures
Whatever way you choose
A part of your life you will loose
Maybe a family member
Girlfriend, or friend fairweather
But no room for indecision
For precious time you are wasting
For even I. Indecision
A choice you are making
You will bend a knee
If not him, then me
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