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I jump when I walk and sit when I stand.
Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
My flavors ranges from strawberry to toe.
The faster you run the harder it is to catch me
Only one color, but not one size, stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain, doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?
What do you called a sad coffee?