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I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
What hangs others yet can unintentionally hang itself?
When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
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.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?