"I know flies in milk.
Specks against white.
I know, I know it.
I know a man by his clothes
Even I know that much.
I know fair weather from foul.
I know that.
I know the apple by the tree.
That I know.
I know who labors and who loafs.
I know all.
All save myself.
I know all things.
I know pink cheeks from wan.
I know death who devours all.
I know everything.
Everything but myself."
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- Tartarus
- JoinedApril 7, 2014
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