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I have it, I don’t share it. If I share it, I don’t have it. What is it?
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
You can always see it, but it's too far away to touch. Mountains rest on it, and at sea it surrounds you. What is it?
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.