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I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
I can move even when you are still. I can be one or many.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
Men have one, women two, and when they become family, itβs three. What is it?
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?