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A hill full, a hole fullอพ yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it's both bane and boonย One empty, and one full.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?