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When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
I have a title and many pages I am a genteel of genteel descent I am a killer veteran of war I am a slave to my lord Pledged to his service.
What I am filled, I can point the way. When I am empty. Nothing moves me. I have two skins. One without and one within.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?