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They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
What can you catch but not throw?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?