April
Tuesday 25 September 2007 photo 1/1
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Gåta I do not exist in material ways, I hide myself far from the Sun’s golden rays, I can show you your fears, have you cower in terror, I can show you yourself, just like a mirror, I offer you shelter away from the heat, I can hide you away if you need to retreat, In daytime I maintain the chill of the night, But at night-time I spread, obscuring your sight, When the clouds hide the Sun, I come from the sky, A veil of darkness, what am I?
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