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My first is in blood and also in battle. My second is in acorn, oak, and apple. My third and fourth are both the same. In the center of sorrow and twice in refrain. My fifth starts eternity ending here. My last is the first of last, Oh Dear.
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
A man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didn’t get a single hair on his head wet. Why?
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.