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My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
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.
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
What is yellow, looks like the moon and has seeds?
Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold
What can never be put in a saucepan?