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My first is equality; my second is inferiority; my whole is superiority.
When there is fire in me then I am still cold. When I own your true love’s face then you will not see me. To all things I give no more than I am given. In time I may have all things, and yet I can keep nothing.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?