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They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
What can you lose that will cause other people to lose theirs too?