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The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
What flies forever, Rests never?
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail