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Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.
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What am I?