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Scythe of darkness, Shadow’s light. Guiding eye of thirteenth sight.
What can you share and still have all for yourself?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
What do angels sing in the shower?