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You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof?
Fuels backyard get-ยญtogethers
If you drop me I'm sure to crack. But give me a smile and I'll always smile back.
It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail