It grows and blossoms it dies and wilts it happens in the beginning and happens in the end, it can make you cry it can make you sad it can make you smile and can make you brave. What is it?
Now for you finial fate of There's someone that I'm always near,
Yet in the dark I disappear.
To this one only I am loyal,
Though in his wake I'm doomed to toil.
He feels me not (we always touch);
If I were lost, he'd not lose much.
And now I come to my surprise,
For you are he - but who am I?
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