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A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind. I help others to see.
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time weβll last.
It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.
You should keep it as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time it's slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes it to bend further, but donβt bend it for too long or it may never be able to fully straighten out again. What is it?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?