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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
In we go, out we go. All around and in a row. Always, always steady flow. When we'll stop, you'll never known. In we go, out we go.
In buckles or lace, they help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner they grow.
I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?