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My first is second in lineอพ I send shivers up your spineอพ not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
It is worldwide, but once only a spider could weave one
It's what light turns into in the night