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In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
The person who makes it has no need for it. The person who purchases it does not use it. The person who does use it does not know he or she is. What is it?
Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
What's a place you have left but didn't enter?
The more of me you take, the more I appear behind you. What am I?