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A riddle for you: Dripping deep in the heart, it flows, trickles through the cracks, and glows. Watching as the clouds go by Wait, where's his hat?! As the heat soaks through your core, filling you up with a colorful warmth and wraps you in the comfort. The east is where you'll find me, early in the day. Printed by Even you should know the answer to this one: what's made of cheese and churns the seas? I persevere, a part of shadow instills. You can write them in a poem, mine them a gem, or show them a dance, but if you want to offer them a kiss, you'll need me to have any chance. I've created industry with the rush of steam and scorch of coals! Explanatory Note to the First Edition The main portion of the following story appearedwith slight modificationsin the Graphic newspaper; other chapters, more especially addressed to adult readers, in the Fortnightly Review and the National Observer, as episodic sketches.My thanks are tendered to the editors and proprietors of those periodicals for Fall is red and spring is vernal. It's family that you can choose, they'll never leave you or run loose, nothing will ever bring you apart, as the thing that binds you is your-. I leave, but often return. Which am I? It's Not Day Nor Yet A While. To fortune tellers I forecast the future; to geologists I describe the past. By generations passed and by generations lost, one should strive gain and to preserve me at all cost. In the darkness of the night, Hark! An ear twitches as a ruddy coat bristles; The hunter makes their strike. Which am I? I am a colour vast and endless, seen above, one is real. You'll be the sun, you'll be a star, you're a fantastical sensation. A figure of solidarity, the land knows him well. You need to go another way; A riddle for you: as damp and as dark as a cave may go, I illuminate so that you may know; your path lit up with my glow. Who am I? There's many layers to me, Your light outshines mine, although that's quite fine; For when true darkness is unfurled, I dazzle your whole world. What is he? So tell me what is the color of her hat? Dont get stuck in Bearnard's shack. What am I? Marigold and daffodil, black-eyed susan and heliantus, we brighten the moodiest days. Through the chilling winds I usually sway Put a boat in the sea or fly on a breeze, whatever you want! They can't give up on its creation or cut corners with the quality. What am I? I am passion incarnate. Follow your feet and see where they lead; go and explore the cliffs, sky or sea! The enthralling bright. The Old Farmhand likes to say that I am the source of all things. Silence valued second only to the sounds sought. Bright flickers in the sky, shadows whirling far up high. Deep inside the earth where the caverns twist and turn. Itching for adventure, something new; for where the waves are deepest blue. I am your guide in the cavern, the safe way to pass. Deep under the earth, I swim through the cracks. What am I? Wonders never cease. Forever will we sway in the blanket of dawn, where, oh where will we be? What am I? I am forged of brazen flame etched with my family name. Worry not! What am i? What is it? MapTun fk-tuning. The crystals were as precious as a treasure. Just right above the indigo, As the day goes by, you always have an eye on a particular thing, Worrying if you're late - or if you're early, perhaps - What is it? What am I? What am I? Look up and you might see me prancing through the night sky! Furtive glances left and right, Well dressed in my cap and veil, I am the throne for those who claim both land and lake. What might I be? 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I am always within my home. As I sailed on a stormy day I saw a light across the bay-A single bright white sweeping ray warning my ship: away away! the farmers relax to harvest come morrow, The farmer works the days away, tending to the crop, but what is it he requires, in order to sell his harvest at the shop? I yearn, I long, for another that beats as I. Who am I? Could it be for a Twinkle in your eyes and a smile on your lips? What am I? The eye of gold rim that sees all afar, seeks only to know where and whom we are. Red and blue, orange and yellow and a bright and sparkling white. Feathers, hides, skins, and furs. To reach your goals, you must have a strong heart and a stronger will- but what is it that will get you there? under endless beating sun, Take no steps backward, have me and look the stone beast in its eyes. This one path I take each day, you cannot make me go the other way. What am I? I am life's fuel, but if I flow freely death comes near. Tell me, what am I? 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Millions of realities make a trillion bits of dirt and gas meet in numbers that hurt your head as energy combines into massive balls of light and heat. Even if someone should stumble between us there will be no wall. If you ride with me at your back, you'll get to your destination swiftly. What questions are they singing? I fill hearts with desire and greed, but I will provide you with all you need. What am I? I move fast and leave a trail, You can't see clearly, But I'll remove the veil. Make your choice, make the right pick! I am a symbol of birth, a gem of worth, and exhibit asterism, what am I? but only when I'm cleaved in twain. And if he is seen as suitable, it will speak back to him. Our hopes stem from lives lived well. What are they? What am I? I am what you see when there's nothing else to see. If someone is sweet but their manners are tough, then one would describe me as in the rough. 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