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Without a bridle or a saddle across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride by help of me though almost blind are made to see.
I am a million peopleβs wakeup call
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.