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I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
What gets wetter as it dries?
What can stand in place of a country but still fold away in a drawer?
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
What do angels sing in the shower?