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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.
“I am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly. I was chosen for the lucky number.”
“I am the friend of bears and the guest of eagles. I am Ringwinner and Luckwearer; and I am Barrel-rider,”
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
