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Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about
What do you have when you're sitting down that you don't have when you're standing up?
I can only be played on a windy day