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I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
What binds two people yet touches only one?
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
What is full of holes, but can still hold a lot of water?
I'm tall in the morning and short in the noon. I disappear at night but I will be back soon.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?