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Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
What is that which, though black itself, enlightens the world without burning?
When there is fire in me then I am still cold. When I own your true love’s face then you will not see me. To all things I give no more than I am given. In time I may have all things, and yet I can keep nothing.
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?