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I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
Man walks over, and man swims under. In times of war, it can be burned asunder. What is it?
In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.
The older they are the less wrinkles they have.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?