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Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
I have it, I donβt share it. If I share it, I donβt have it. What is it?
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.