| Simple, nearly beyond compare.
He is noble. He is rare. He makes you squeak! Quiescent! Light! Bright-colored things He brings to flight! For all of that (so we are told) He can be amazingly cold. Who is He? |
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| I represent love. I’m the daughter of Heaven and Sea. You may find me in the sky above, And many envy my beauty. My love belongs to fire, My son taught many to love. |
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| Let’s get ready for the challenge. I think you know where I am. Because, as you know, I hold lots of knowledge. Really, I can lend a helping hand. Although since people most often come for Riveting good stories and tales, You, my friend, can find knowledge in me. Whether it be history, science, or Braille. I cannot be held in your hand, you see. I’m quite a bit larger than that. So come right in, and let’s begin. |
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| We are a family. We live in an alley on oily ground. We all look exactly the same, and when we get hurt, we get pushed out of the way and replaced. We fear the almighty sphere of death. |
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| Inside we’re wet and outside we’re dry But the weather we do not defy Losing our heads, we don’t go berserk Some of us activate with a click We’re instruments not found in a band |
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