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It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has handsΝΎ lacks a head but has a face.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
What is weightless but it needs two person to hold it?
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.