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This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
There is a creature of God whose body is hardΝΎ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
What kind of table has no legs?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
Iβm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.