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It is able to speak because it has a hard gone. You know what it is as soon as it has sung. What is it?
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of itΝΎ But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
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?
What loses its head in the morning and gets it back at night?
hide me from your parents if you have done bad academically this year.