Different Folks

Different Folks

If I were you and you were me,
we might see things quite differently.
See things right were wrong before,
and what was good as good no more.

But then you’d see my wrongs as right.
Oh, what a mess!
What’s day, what’s night?

The change, no change, it’s clear to see,
though I be you and you be me.

Let’s leave as is, there’s naught to do.
I’ll just stay me, and you stay you.

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