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White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
I'm a god. I'm a planet. I measure heat.
It's got twists and turns, but has no curves. Twist it to fix it, turn it to ruin it. What is it?
My first is in fish but no in snail. My second is in rabbit but no in tail. My third is in up but not in down. My fourth is in tiara but not in crown. My fifth is in tree you plainly see. My whole a food for you and me.
I have a ring but no fingers. I used to stay still all the time but nowadays I follow you around.