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Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
I have it, I donβt share it. If I share it, I donβt have it. What is it?
You'll see savory dishes in Hong Kong sizzling in these.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton