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Many have heard it, but nobody has ever seen it. It will not speak until spoken to. What is it?
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
I have two hands but cannot clap
What kind of table has no legs?
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?