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I have palms but not on hands I offer foods from distant lands When at my peak you'll see me smoke I'm famous for my friendly folk My flowers grow and yet they lay There's fire where a man will play.
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
I am free the first time and second time but the third time is going to cost you money.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me, only when he last closes his eyes.
I live off of a busy street if you want you can stay for an hour or two but if you don't pay rent I'll tell on you.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.