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What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
What age most travelers have?