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My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find.
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
Iron on a mammal. Mammal on your feet.
What do angels sing in the shower?