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Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about
What is long and slim, works in light. Has but one eye, and an awful bite?
Hoofed frolicking.
What do angels sing in the shower?