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As light as a feather, but you canβt hold it for ten minutes.
What goes in the water black and comes out red?
Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.