Red has two colours
Black and white
One is dark other is light
Both mixed together
In that magic bag
Few can tell
Which has more rag
They live together
Not as a family
They are friends
In face of enemy
They are different
In their own way
One is cruel
Other is humble clay
It's often black
Rule the whole house
White share room
With that squirt mouse
Sometimes it's white
Raises the valiant mutiny
Soon vanishes away
Somewhere in that vanity
Balance of them
Makes the bag pretty
Shining in the dark
Is the pure beauty.
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