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I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
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