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I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
What loses its head in the morning and gets it back at night?
It produces a flower but it is not its fruitΝΎ it produces branches which are its fruit.