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What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
You can see nothing else, When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye, And I will never lie.
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
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.
What an fill a room but takes up no space?