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By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around.
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.
Hands she has but does not hold. Teeth she has but does not bite. Feet she has but they are cold. Eyes she has but without sight.
What liquid can contain the soul?
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?