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Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I can travel from there to here by disappearing, and here to there by reappearing.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?