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We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot. Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
A dragons tooth in a mortals hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.