How do we know friends
When things go smoothly
How do we know fiends
When we are in the woods
How do we know truth
When we can not think of lies
How do we know lies
When we can not see truth
How do we escape the cyclones
When we are solely lone
Amidst the dreading drones
And see beyond our nose
How do we know pains behind smiles
That beckon us from many miles?
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