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If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
What kind of nut is empty at the center and has no shell.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
I can only be played on a windy day