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Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
What is that which, though black itself, enlightens the world without burning?
I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head, but I'm not alive. It is your strength which determines how far I go. You can hold me in your hand, but I'm never thrown.
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
What sphinxes employ and players enjoy.