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A time when they're green. A time when they're brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.