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You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
My second is performed by my first, and it is thought a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught.
Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
It is the assumed nocturnal symbol of Mr. Wayne. What is it?
What is bought by the yard by is worn by the foot?
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.