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My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
A beggar's brother went out to sea and drowned. But the man who drowned had no brother. Who was the beggar to the man who drowned?
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?