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The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
When I’m metal or wood, I help you get home. When I’m flesh and I’m blood, In the darkness I roam.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
Some try to hide, some try to cheat. But time will show, we always will meet. Try as you might, to guess my name. I promise you'll know, when you I do claim.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?