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Though easy to spot, when allowed to plume, It is hard to see, when held in a room.
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
What can be forever wound up but never annoyed?
What does everyone know how to open but not how to close?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail