When the journey started on a double road,
one was right and the other was wrong,
while coming back the right became wrong,
and the wrong became right.
Were both the roads right,
or both the roads were wrong?
Sweetheart! Roads or neither right nor wrong,
it's the direction of our journey
that makes it wrong or right.
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