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The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
You use a knife to slice my head. And weep beside me when I am dead.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
I can only be played on a windy day