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A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
People like this usually live in rural areas, unless they are lucky enough to strike oil and move to Beverly Hills.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?