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So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
If you have it, you want to share it. If you share it, you don't have it.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.