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My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
What two things can always see what the other sees, but can never see each other?
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?