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They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.