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I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
The older they are the less wrinkles they have.
I have three hundred cattle, with a single nose cord
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.