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Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
If all Wibbles are Criggles, all Borkins are Kwumblins, no Hoggles are Borkins, and all Criggles are Borkins, is it true that all Borkins are Criggles?
Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
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.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.