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I Know

I know a man by his clothes, A woman I know also; Do I recognise the baby? Of course, I do by its torso. I know bright weather from stormy, I recognize rain from snow; Do I notice sleet? Of course, I do it comes down on show. I know a liar by his words, i see truth from within; Do I detect evil? Of course, I do by committing a sin. I know an apple from an but its shape, I identify a peach from an apricot; Do I comprehend a snowberry? Of course, I do it a poisonous crop. I know workers from malingers, I know success from failure; Do I know Christ? Of course, I do he’s was the Saviour. I know healthiness from disease, I know strong cheeks from pallid; I know dead devours all, I know also being dead is being invalid. I know all there is to know, I know a dwarf from an elf; I know a fool by his face, I know everything except myself. Note. A snowberry is a Symphoricarpos, commonly known as the snowberry, waxberry, or ghostberry, is a small genus of about 15 species of deciduous shrubs in the honeysuckle family.

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