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The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
Steals an event or even a mood. Reveals the truth or shatters it.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.