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There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
An iron horse with a flaxen tail. The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail becomes.
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under his own roof. What is it?