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It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
What goes with a car, comes with a car, is no use to a car but a car cannot move without it?
The older they are the less wrinkles they have.
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
Iβm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.