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Even if you throw it away, it still comes back.
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly pastΝΎ For a child I last forever, for adults I'm gone too fast.
The more you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
In the middle of night, I surround the gong. In the middle of sight, I end the song
We are two brothers on opposite sides of the road, but we never see each other. Who are we?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?