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My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
What flies forever, Rests never?
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
At first, I am nothing. Add something to negate. Add again to oppose. Add again to find the time to draw. Add once more to find nobody at all.
What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?