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What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
What can stand in place of a country but still fold away in a drawer?
Why is the letter B always cool?