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The more you take, the more you leave behind.
The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?