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I am round as an apple, deep as a cup. All the King's horses can't pull me up. What am I?
I have Eighty-eight keys but cannot open a single door.
I run around the city but I never move.
Whoever made me doesn't want me. Whoever bought me doesn't need me. Whoever uses me doesn't know me. What am I?
The faster you run the harder it is to catch me
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.