“I can feel but I cannot move,” said the scarecrow; “It is terrible to feel and yet be unable to move.”
As he spoke a full moon swirled out from the clouds and illumined his desolation. His black hair hung limply over his ears, his cheeks looked sunken as though from hunger, but his blue eyes were cloudy from many dreams, and his mouth was sweet with understanding....
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