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There are 30 cows and 28 chickens. How many didn't?
What can be heard and caught but never seen?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
Both punishment and sweet reward, It will befall both fool and lord. It is a spiritual scoreboard, Your every deed it does record.
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
It's what light turns into in the night