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Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change
A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky.
What bird can lift the heaviest weight?
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.