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In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
Who is that with a neck and no head, two arms and no hands? What is it?
What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
What does everyone know how to open but not how to close?
I am owned by Old McDonald.