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We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot. Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot.
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?