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It can pierce the best armor and make swords crumble with a rub, yet for all its power It can't harm a wooden club.
Whatβs black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
My days are numbered.