Fruit is always good
But biscuits are bad
Manics are happy
Depressives are sad
Opposites attract
Like us then when young
That's why we argue
Til everything's done
Some are astonished
And say, 'May I ask
How do you manage
To finish a task?'
We just struggle on
Each day's a surpise
When we see the world
Through another's eyes
You see only black
I see only white
You see only day
I see only night
You see it's all wrong
I say it's all right
That creates our strength
Gives us second sight.
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