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What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
What is always coming but never arrives?