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When Iโm metal or wood, I help you get home. When Iโm flesh and Iโm blood, In the darkness I roam.
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
What is full of holes, but can still hold a lot of water?
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
It produces a flower but it is not its fruitอพ it produces branches which are its fruit.