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Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
I have a tongue, but do not talk. I follow close, but neither run nor walk. Coupled and hitched, but never married. You couldn't bear the load I've carried.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
What can be forever wound up but never annoyed?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?