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Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run.
Who eats a lot of iron without getting sick?
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
I can only be played on a windy day