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I can move even when you are still. I can be one or many.
I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
Two men walk into a restaurant. One man orders H2O. The second man says, “I will have H2O too.” The second man dies. How come the second man dies?
There are two meanings to me. With one I may need to be broken, with the other I hold on. My favorite characteristic is my charming dimple.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.