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The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
I weaken all men for hours each day. I show you strange visions while you are away. I take you by night, by day take you back. None suffer to have me, but do from my lack.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?