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I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
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