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A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
It moves around in circles. We see it as we turn. It keeps us always warm. Always alive and always dying, Across the sky we see it flying, But touch it and we burn.
What divides by uniting and by dividing?
Which friend of a witch eats the fastest?
What color can you eat?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?