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Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
A building where people and stories are on stage
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
What do you fill with empty hands?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?