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Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it. Five in the middle is seen. First of all figures, the first of all letters. Take up their stations between. Join all together, and then you will bring before you the name of an eminent king.
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?