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Some keep it in a dumpster while others keep it in their trunk.
You do this into someone's ear when you want to be discreet.
I have joy in bringing two together, but darning my existence! My life hangs by a thread, filled with ups, downs and resistance!
It's what light turns into in the night
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
It is something you will never see again.