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Take off my skin I won't cry but you will.
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
I have an eye but I cannot see. What am I?
So cold damp and dark I am. To stay you would refrain yet those who occupy me do never complain.
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love and tear it down. I can make a smile, but more often bring a frown. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?