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If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?