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Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
This only turns over once you have traveled very far. What is it?
I am two-faced but bear only one. I have no legs but travel widely. Men spill much blood over me. Kings leave their imprint on me. I have greatest power when given away, yet lust for me keeps me locked away.
I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water. What am I?