Truth is a virtue
Everybody should cultivate
Still the world grows weeds
With thorns in the garden of truth
And it is told with both sides of its mouth
When truth leaves a heart
The heart rejoices and the impertinent world
Calls it names
A heart purged of falsehood
Is a heart we can see through
And an abode of joy
Truth is like a lily
When the clime is harsh it hides itself aground
But rises and blooms
When it rains.
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