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I pass before the sun, but make no shadow.
A precious stone, as clear as diamond. Seek it out whilst the sun's near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with its power, Try to keep it, and it'll vanish within an hour.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?