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A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
Who plays when he works and works when he plays?
They keep secrets locked away. And you pass through them each day. For each one there is a key, They respond to sesame.
They come in many varieties: Red, Black, Dead, and Caspian to name a few.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?