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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?
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. What is it?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.
It is the assumed nocturnal symbol of Mr. Wayne. What is it?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?