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Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
What goes up but never comes down?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.