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You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?