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Truth


What is the truth?

Nobody know because you got the facts doesn't mean 

That's how it goes , I believe a lie can be the truth it depends on who told. 

I was always told the grass is green but is that the truth 

I sit thinking on how this world could use another root

But if you ever ask me ill say it was true.

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