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You use a knife to slice my head but you weep beside me when I am dead
What type of dress can never be worn?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt my merest touch brings laughter.
Every night I'm told what to do and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.