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A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. What is it?
I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
If a rooster lays an egg on the exact peak of a barn, which side does it fall?