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Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
Don't do this in the shallow end.
What is lighter than what it is made of?