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A young man wants to have it, but when he has it he no longer wants it. Blade in hand he attacks it And does his best to remove it. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
The more I appear The less you see. So riddle me this: What could I be?
What has thousands of ribs and two backbones?
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
If someone calls you this, it might be time to consider hot wax
I am a room that has a roof but no walls. What am I?