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Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair
They come to witness the night without being called, a sailor's guide and a poet's tears. They are lost to the sight each day without the hand of a thief.
You can have it, and be at it, But it never lasts forever.
Long and thin, red within, with a nail at the end.
A person's greatest asset.
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.