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I have it, I donβt share it. If I share it, I donβt have it. What is it?
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
A doctor might remove one from the neck of a Dracula victim.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
What is given but kept by the giver?
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?