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Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
I'm a bacteria that causes typhoid What's my name ?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.