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You can see nothing else, When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye, And I will never lie.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
I drift forever with the current down these long canals theyβve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, Iβm good at killing people too.
What gets broken if itβs not kept?