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White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
My coat keeps me safe From damage thatβs near. I cause you happiness, sadness, Anticipation and fear. On the outside, I am put under judgment of price. But my insides have far more value That not even MONEY can suffice.
What does everyone know how to open but not how to close?
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
What is always coming but never arrives?