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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.
Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have flown.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
Bold are the first; true are the second; playful are the third; clever are the fourth; forceful are the fifth.
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
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