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If you break me, I'll not stop working. If you can touch me, my work is done. What am I?
I donβt forget!
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
Dead on the field lie ten soldiers in white killed by one blade yet there was no fight. What are they?
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.