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I reach for the sky, but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave, but I am always around
What tire doesnβt move when a car turns right?
They're big and yet so far away, We see them at the end of day. They're small and they're above. We see them when we close our eyes, Each time we are in love.
Small, containing light, You'll need it in the dark, It will provide that spark, and shine into the night. Will light up any pyre, 'Cause it can help make a fire.
This type of corn swells up and bursts into a crisp puff when heated.
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.