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What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you.
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
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