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Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
There are several different kinds, but the one you pick doesn't do its job. What is it?
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
When can someone truthfully tell someone “well done” but think they did a bad job?
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
It's what light turns into in the night
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What am I?