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More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
When I get closer my tail grows longer, but when I go away my tail leads the way.
Sleeping during the day, I hide away. Watchful through the night, I open at dawn's light. But only for the briefest time, do I shine. And then I hide away. And sleep through the day.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?