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Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
Goes over all the hills and hollows. Bites hard, but never swallows.
Why is the letter B always cool?