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My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
My coat keeps me safe From damage thatβs near. I cause you happiness, sadness, Anticipation and fear. On the outside, I am put under judgment of price. But my insides have far more value That not even MONEY can suffice.
Man walks over, and man swims under. In times of war, it can be burned asunder. What is it?
Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?