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Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
What is yellow, looks like the moon and has seeds?
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
I can only be played on a windy day