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The person who makes it has no need for it. The person who purchases it does not use it. The person who does use it does not know he or she is. What is it?
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?