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They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?