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To unravel me you need a simple key, no key that was made by locksmith's hand. But a key that only I will understand.
It is greater than God and more evil than the devil. The poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it you'll die.
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
I can only be played on a windy day