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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.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
A kind of weather that comes your way, but add a "D" and it will run away
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What has a bell but isn't a church. Is full of air but is not a balloon?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?