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In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
A man shot two arrows at its center and missed both times, but using a sword swung once at its center and hit it twice.
The older they are the less wrinkles they have.
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.