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In the evening I'm long, in the morning I'm small; When seen in a ballroom, I'm nothing at all.
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of it; But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat her What a racket she makes.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?