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In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
Two people are born at the same moment, but they don't have the same birthdays. How could this be?
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
Steals an event or even a mood. Reveals the truth or shatters it.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?