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Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
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.
What can be filled with empty hands?
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
Why was the cook arrested?