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Although my cow is dead, I still beat her. What a racket she makes!
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
I'm light as a feather, yet the strongest man can't hold me for more than 5 minutes.
A beacon from home to guide your way. It can be a lifesaver on a stormy day. What is it?
What do angels sing in the shower?