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Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
You can only have it once you have given it.
Used on a diamond and left on a board. It's great for a gymnast his grip to restore. What is it?
I am nothing really at all, Yet I am easily foundΝΎ Ignore me at your own peril, and you might end up crowned!
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?