C-hoose between the two,
E-ach one is undesirable;
C-orrect decision making
I-s difficult to your soul.
L-ook at the horns of dilemma,
L-et your choice serve you right;
E-arly twenty-fourth of July, ask for the guiding light.
A-t the horns of dilemma,
R-emain gazing with careful eyes;
Q-uesting for the truth,
U-ntil it comes from the skies.
I-n spite of equal selections,
L-et them give an idea;
L-et your mind decide
O-n the horns of dilemma.
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