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If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
What can be forever wound up but never annoyed?
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
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 love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.