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I can move even when you are still. I can be one or many.
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
What can answer in any language? What can speak without a mouth? What can sing without an ear?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?