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A serpent swam in a silver urn, A golden bird did in its mouth abide, The serpent drank the water, this in turn, Killed the serpent. Then the gold bird died.
In many years, not much has happened. In many minutes, a lot has happened. In one second, everything has happened.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
Salty water everywhere but not sea in sight.
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
What language does a billboard speak?