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When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
Beautiful girls strut and sexy men 'do their little turn' on this.
Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have flown.
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
I saw a man in white, he looked quite a sight. He was not old, but he stood in the cold. And when he felt the sun, he started to run. Who could he be? Please answer me.
My days are numbered. What am I?