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Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head, but I'm not alive. It is your strength which determines how far I go. You can hold me in your hand, but I'm never thrown.
What can be filled with empty hands?
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.