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What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat. And your heart grow cold. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
What is bought by the yard by is worn by the foot?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?