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I have it, I donβt share it. If I share it, I donβt have it. What is it?
In many years, not much has happened. In many minutes, a lot has happened. In one second, everything has happened.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
What age most travelers have?