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Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it. Five in the middle is seen. First of all figures, the first of all letters. Take up their stations between. Join all together, and then you will bring before you the name of an eminent king.
A dragons tooth in a mortals hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
What has a neck and no head, two arms but no hands?
You can always find me in the past. I am created in the present, but the future can not change me. What am I?