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 labor 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