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Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
What instrument can make any sound and be heart, but not touched or seen?
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?