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What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
Although my cow is dead, I still beat her. What a racket she makes!
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?
Who works when he plays and plays when he works?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?