In the end, it's all the same.
Left is right and right is left,
And what you wore that day is ripped.
Two plus two equals four,
Unless it's something we adore.
Purple and green make blue,
And so do me, and so do you.
Why is it this way, you cry?
Who can say? Who can say?
It's all just MADNESS anyway.

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