Answer:
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
Turn us on our backs and open up our stomachs you will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
There is a creature of God whose body is hardΝΎ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?