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When there is fire in me then I am still cold. When I own your true love’s face then you will not see me. To all things I give no more than I am given. In time I may have all things, and yet I can keep nothing.
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
What can stand in place of a country but still fold away in a drawer?
I am what remains when nothing is left.What am I?
What is full of holes but still holds water