I arrive without footsteps,
yet everyone feels me near.
I sit at every table,
though no chair is set for me here.
I can sweeten bitter history,
or sour the sweetest pie.
If you speak me out loud, I vanish,
if you hide me, I multiply.
What am I?
I arrive without footsteps,
yet everyone feels me near.
I sit at every table,
though no chair is set for me here.
I can sweeten bitter history,
or sour the sweetest pie.
If you speak me out loud, I vanish,
if you hide me, I multiply.
What am I?
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