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What kind of running means walking?
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
What has a neck and no head, two arms but no hands?
What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
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