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Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
I work when I play and play when I work.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?