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This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
What is the heart of many risks, has a heart, but is not a living being?
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
If it’s information you seek, come and see me. If it’s pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?