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Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
In many years, not much has happened. In many minutes, a lot has happened. In one second, everything has happened.
What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
I'm flat. You use me everyday. You need me to live. But you give me away everyday. I'm coloured and I have a founding father on me. What am I?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?