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Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.
Once you have it, you want to share it. Once you share it, you donβt have it. What is it?
One am I, among six others: Largest, smallest, cold, dark and two brothers
What has to be broken before you can use it?
What is something yet nothing, but if you fill it up it will disappear?
What goes up the hill and down the hill, And spite of all, yet stand still?