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I am the heart that does not beat. If cut, I bleed without blood. I can fly, but have no wings. I can float, but have no fins. I can sing, but have no mouth.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
Though blind as well, can lead the blind well.
Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?