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I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
Goes over all the hills and hollows. Bites hard, but never swallows.
A serpent swam in a silver urn, A golden bird did in its mouth abide, The serpent drank the water, this in turn, Killed the serpent. Then the gold bird died.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.