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It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it's both bane and boon One empty, and one full.
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.
What has a neck and no head, two arms but no hands?
Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
What can stand in place of a country but still fold away in a drawer?
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice that’s the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.