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Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
What is it something that you always have but you always leave behind?
In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
What is yellow, looks like the moon and has seeds?