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In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
If you have it, you want to share it. If you share it, you don't have it.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?