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I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen.
a young man was 45 age in 1995 and 40 in 2000 how is it possible
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?