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Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
When Iām metal or wood, I help you get home. When Iām flesh and Iām blood, In the darkness I roam.
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
With head without hair. With mouth without tooth.
As a whole, I am both safe and secure. Behead me, I become a place of meeting. Behead me again, I am the partner of ready. Restore me, I become the domain of beasts.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?