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Both punishment and sweet reward, It will befall both fool and lord. It is a spiritual scoreboard, Your every deed it does record.
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
To unravel me you need a simple key, no key that was made by locksmith's hand. But a key that only I will understand.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
What is often returned, but never borrowed/
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.