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Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
What is the heart of many risks, has a heart, but is not a living being?
Round as an apple, deep as a cup, and all the kings' horses can't fill it up. What is it?
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
What do angels sing in the shower?