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The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
I know a word of letters three. Add two, and fewer there will be!
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
Brings the sky a lot closer.