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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
What always goes to bed with his shoes on?
What can run but canβt walk?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?