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Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
As light as a feather, but you can’t hold it for ten minutes.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
how many letters are there in the alphabet
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
What is always coming but never arrives?