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Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
What flies without wings?
He has one and a person has two. A citizen has three. And a human being has four. A personality has five. And an inhabitant of earth has six.
I can be found in water but never wet