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The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
In we go, out we go. All around and in a row. Always, always steady flow. When we'll stop, you'll never known. In we go, out we go.
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
Do what he says and you'll be fine, don't and you lose the game.