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I have rivers without water. Forests without trees. Mountains without rocks. Towns without houses.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
What is often returned but is never borrowed?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three