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What is up thatโs also down? Whatโs a smile and a frown?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itโs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canโt start nor by death is it ended.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.