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Where humans breath liquid?
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?