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Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay
What is it that you must give before you can keep it.
I am a fire's best friend. When fat, my body fills with wind. When pushed to thin, through my nose I blow. Then you can watch the embers glow.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?