Brother come take my hand,
it doesn't mean we can't be friends,
because we have different beliefs,
and live in different lands.
I know that we both believe,
that we are right,
but that's no reason,
for us to face each other, and fight.
My blood when it spills,
like yours it is red,
so why dont we talk to each other instead.
Surely with a lttle bit of give, and take,
a compromise we could make.
Then about our lives can go we all,
watching our children grow,
and thrive in peace for evermore.
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