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Sleeping during the day, I hide away. Watchful through the night, I open at dawn's light. But only for the briefest time, do I shine. And then I hide away. And sleep through the day.
What is the heart of many risks, has a heart, but is not a living being?
Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?