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You'll see savory dishes in Hong Kong sizzling in these.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
Both punishment and sweet reward, It will befall both fool and lord. It is a spiritual scoreboard, Your every deed it does record.
Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?