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They're big and yet so far away, We see them at the end of day. They're small and they're above. We see them when we close our eyes, Each time we are in love.
It is something you make after you've weighed your options.
Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.
What has two ends but no beginning?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?