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Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
When there is fire in me then I am still cold. When I own your true love’s face then you will not see me. To all things I give no more than I am given. In time I may have all things, and yet I can keep nothing.
It doesn't live within a house, nor does it live without. Most will use it when they come in, and again when they go out.
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.