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Once, long ago, when I was brand new,
A man came and bought me, he said I would do.
He wore me around, on top of his head,
I saw all he saw and I heard all he said.
That man had a friend, like brothers they were,
Always together, they’d always concur,
Though one was deep Red, and the other dark Green,
They still loved each other, would never demean.
These men met two women, of opposite mind,
And yet more like sisters, you never cold find.
One wore all Yellow, the other had Blue,
And yet that could never have split up the two.
They talked and discussed, At length they designed
And then before long their four minds were entwined.
These four had a goal, and to reach it they strove,
And now all their legacy we here behold.
What happened then? Why didn’t it last?
Well now, says I, Why didn't you ask?
Though their love was still great,
And they had much in common,
‘Twas One little choice that started the problem.
To set aside some, to discard some others,
It ruined the vision, it split up the brothers.
‘Tis sad, ‘tis true, Now what should we do?
To follow their steps? Continue the fight?
Or should we attempt to set it all right?
Answer yourself, the choice is all yours,
It can’t be decided by color, house, wars.
Come, try me on, but remember this too,
Although I shout it out, the choice is in you.