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My first half is normally made of stone, my second is crazy, and I taste sweet when complete.
Its title means book.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
What dress does everyone have, but no one wears?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?