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To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
What is it that you must give before you can keep it.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.