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A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
I have rivers without water. Forests without trees. Mountains without rocks. Towns without houses.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
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If a rooster lays an egg on the exact peak of a barn, which side does it fall?