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Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight.
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?