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He has married many women, but has never been married. Who is he?
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.