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I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat. And your heart grow cold. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
What liquid can contain the soul?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I saw a man in white, he looked quite a sight. He was not old, but he stood in the cold. And when he felt the sun, he started to run. Who could he be? Please answer me.
The virgin gave birth to a child and threw away the blanket.