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The more you take, the more you leave behind.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
It is an arctic double breasted formal wear.
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
It's what light turns into in the night
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What am I?