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When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change
Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
What hangs others yet can unintentionally hang itself?
I am so simple that I can only point. Yet I guide men all over the world.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?