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Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
What instrument can make any sound and be heart, but not touched or seen?
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
What kind of table has no legs?
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
What is always coming but never arrives?