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Both punishment and sweet reward, It will befall both fool and lord. It is a spiritual scoreboard, Your every deed it does record.
The root tops the trunk on this backward thing, that grows in the winter and dies in the spring.
Who has married many women but never has been married who is he
It is able to speak because it has a hard gone. You know what it is as soon as it has sung. What is it?
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?