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What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
Used left or right, I get to travel over cobblestone or gravel. Used up, I vie for sweet success, used down, I cause men great duress.
When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.