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Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?
When I'm born I fly. When I'm alive I lay. When I'm dead I run.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
I can only be played on a windy day