Fire found its friend true in wind,
for wind sustains and destroys.
Water is the friend of laudable land,
which thrives and submerges at times.
Darkness is the right comrade of light,
one sacrifices another in their presence.
Weeds are, my dear, friends of growing plant,
for they highlight at start and kill at right time.
Insanity, my love, is the truest friend
of sanity and sense in this logical world,
for what I believe a minute before,
is a theory foolish as insanity takes throne.
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