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Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
I cannot be bought, cannot be sold, even if I'm sometimes made of gold. What am I?
A woman shoots her husband. Then she holds him underwater for five minutes. Next she hangs him. Right after she feeds him dinner. How can this be?
I go up and down at the same time. Up towards to sky and down towards the ground
I'm simple for a few people, but hard for them to hear. I live inside of secrets and bring people's worst fears. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk