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Do you know what you can hold without ever touching it?
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate, Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait