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Arabian Poetry, by W. A. Clouston, [1881], at sacred-texts.com


FIRE: A RIDDLE.

THE loftiest cedars I can eat,
  Yet neither paunch nor mouth have I;
I storm whene’er you give me meat;
  Whene’er you give me drink, I die.


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