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White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountains down.
Why did the stadium get so hot after the game?