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I can swim but never get wet. I can run but never get tired. I follow you everywhere but never say a word. What am I?
I am mother and father, but never give birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander. What am I?
I carry you down a gentle stream.
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
My days are numbered.