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I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
Why was the cook arrested?