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Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
To unravel me you need a simple key, no key that was made by locksmith's hand. But a key that only I will understand.
Why was the cook arrested?