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Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
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The root tops the trunk on this backward thing, that grows in the winter and dies in the spring.
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A precious stone, as clear as diamond. Seek it out whilst the sun's near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with its power, Try to keep it, and it'll vanish within an hour.
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As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
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A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
