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What kind of room has no windows or doors?
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around.
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
I can travel from there to here by disappearing, and here to there by reappearing.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?