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In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
I can travel from there to here by disappearing, and here to there by reappearing.
My first is nothing but a nameอพ my second is more smallอพ my whole is of so little fame it has no name at all.
Turn us on our backs and open up our stomachs you will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
What do angels sing in the shower?