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I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
Kills the bad ones and the sad ones. Tightens to fit, so one size fits.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
My coat keeps me safe From damage that’s near. I cause you happiness, sadness, Anticipation and fear. On the outside, I am put under judgment of price. But my insides have far more value That not even MONEY can suffice.
What can never be put in a saucepan?