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We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot. Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
The man who made it didn't need it. The man who bought it didn't use it. The man who used it didn't want it.
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail