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I can move even when you are still. I can be one or many.
When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?