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If you agree give me one of these.
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
Even if you throw it away, it still comes back.
I am neither a guest nor a trespasser in this place. I belong that belongs to me. Where is it?
Something you carry while singing.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?