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My coat keeps me safe From damage thatβs near. I cause you happiness, sadness, Anticipation and fear. On the outside, I am put under judgment of price. But my insides have far more value That not even MONEY can suffice.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.