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Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
What is pronounced like one letter, written with three letters. And belongs to all animals?
What two things can always see what the other sees, but can never see each other?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?