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It speaks without a tongue, and listens without ears.
Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair
A precious gift, yet it has no end, no beginning, and nothing in the middle.
The more you have of me, the less you see. Who am I?
If you are to keep it, you must first give it to me. What is it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?