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Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate, Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.
Snake coiled round and round. Snake deep below the ground. Snake that's never had a head. Snake that binds but not with dread.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.