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I am neither a guest nor a trespasser in this place. I belong that belongs to me. Where is it?
What goes up but never goes down?
What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall, and no man can survive its endless call. What is it?
What is the end of everything?
My days are numbered. What am I?