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Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I'm tall in the morning and short in the noon. I disappear at night but I will be back soon.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
What dress does everyone have, but no one wears?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?