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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.
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
It is weightless, you can see it. If you put it in a barrel it will make it lighter?
What gets closer when you blink?
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?