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This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountains down.
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
This is needed both for courage and hardcover books.
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
Goes over all the hills and hollows. Bites hard, but never swallows.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?