Truth is not picked
By the roadside
It is not the garments
That we pick
From the shop.
The fact of the truth
Is not the hue of
Our real selves
For the fact of the lie
Is the twin of the
Fact of the truth.
But truth is the heart
The mind and the soul
And it runs in our veins.
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