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I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
He has married many women, but has never been married. Who is he?
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.