There were seven circles who intertwined.

Though only seven, eleven were mine.

Could you choose the ones that I chose?

Or did you just lose all of your clothes?

We were just speaking through different voice.

The ones who watched made their own choice.

Who were the children who came out of us?

What were the colors that marked our duds?

Orange and black, I think it's a fact.

But I haven't seen any pennies from that.

The rest of the story I saw was quite mean.

As they shredded me down just to make their own green.

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