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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.
It can pierce the best armor and make swords crumble with a rub, yet for all its power It can't harm a wooden club.
What can you catch but not throw?
Salty water everywhere but not sea in sight.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?