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White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
You can hold it without using your hands or arms. What is it?
A precious fluid, thicker than water.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?