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I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
This is needed both for courage and hardcover books.
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?