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Take one out and scratch my head I am now black but once was red.
Hands she has but does not hold. Teeth she has but does not bite. Feet she has but they are cold. Eyes she has but without sight.
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of itΝΎ But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?