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Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
There are 30 cows and 28 chickens. How many didn't?
What can be seen but never found that only hides in the unwound?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?