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One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time weโll last.
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. What is it?
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinอพ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight.
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