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Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen.
You can hold it without using your hands or arms. What is it?
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
What common verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.