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I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
What has three ways out and just one way in?
What is given but kept by the giver?
I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace.
Iron on a mammal. Mammal on your feet.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?