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Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
What can you share and still have all for yourself?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.
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What am I?