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Who knows If we hadn´t ever known the hate We wouldn´t mind about love Who knows If we hadn´t ever known the pain We wouldn´t mind about pleasure Who knows If we hadn´t ever known the doubt We wouldn´t mind being sure Who knows If we hadn´t ever dream We wouldn´t mind about achieve it Who knows If we hadn´t ever try We wouldn´t need to insist Who knows If we hadn´t ever taken the first step We wouldn´t need to turn back Who knows If we hadn´t ever been created It would be possible to sleep [or maybe we wouldn´t exist] Who knows If we hadn´t ever known the rhyme There would be no poetry Who knows If we hadn´t ever known the prose We wouldn´t say Who knows There weren´t words Everybody was going to raise the guns And every excess and every shortage Would be decimated Who knows If we hadn´t ever known the paradox or the unknown We wouldn´t need balance or resolution Who knows If was the essential unnecessary W