| What costs nothing but is worth everything, weighs nothing, but can last a lifetime, that one person can’t own, but two or more can share? |
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| Down below the shining moon Around the trees, a sacred gloom Running with the midnight sky Knowing the thing that makes you cry Night is full with my essence Eternal light betrays my presence Soaring through my endless task Shadows are my faithful mask |
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| My story whispers ancient lore; The force at times my rings will hide. I’ve sixty minions, maybe more: Those unseen, these by my side. Wand’ring far from glowing light, My aspect seems to wax and wane, |
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| I am a protector. I sit on a bridge. One person can see right through me, while others wonder what I hide. |
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| Upon one’s entry, I make one feel invited Though my greeting goes unrequited By all of your guests, I’m looked down upon Stomped upon as they exit, I’m not dejected With my positive message, seven-letter |
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