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I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.
With head without hair. With mouth without tooth.
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?