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I have a neck but no head. I have a body but no arm. I have a bottom but no leg.
Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait
When I get closer my tail grows longer, but when I go away my tail leads the way.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?