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Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly pastΝΎ For a child I last forever, for adults I'm gone too fast.
I'm the son of water but when I return to water I die. Who am I?
What has four fingers and a thumb but is not alive?
Though I should be unique, you've made most of us the same. I would be stronger, if my characters were stranger.
They come to witness the night without being called, a sailor's guide and a poet's tears. They are lost to the sight each day without the hand of a thief.
I am a room that has a roof but no walls. What am I?