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My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has handsอพ lacks a head but has a face.
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
It is weightless, you can see it. If you put it in a barrel it will make it lighter?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, youโll likely die. What am I?