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I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have flown.
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
He's dead with a metal bar across his back. When a woman sees him, she is very pleased. This was all perfectly legal. What's going on?
It stands upright and can be quite grand. Its secret is not hidden but right at hand. What is it?
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