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The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.
What has to be broken before it can be used?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?