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Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run.
What can answer in any language? What can speak without a mouth? What can sing without an ear?
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
What goes up the hill and down the hill, And spite of all, yet stand still?