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Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
What points the way without a hand. It floats on water but exists on land?
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
What language does a billboard speak?