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What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet never grows?
Do you know what you can hold without ever touching it?
When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
What is often returned, but never borrowed/
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?