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Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
Inside a great blue castle lives a shy young maid. She blushes in the morning and comes not out at night.
What has four wings but cannot fly and uses the wind but does not know why?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.