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Steals an event or even a mood. Reveals the truth or shatters it.
Where do you go in through one hole and come out through two holes at the same time?
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?