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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
What has a single eye but cannot see?
What kind of room has no windows or doors?
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
Special abilities and brightly colored underwear are all you need to be one of these.