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I have one eye, See near and far, I hold the moments you treasure, And the things that make you weep.
The land was white the seed was black. It'll take a good scholar to riddle me that.
Which is the oldest tree?
What can't you see, hear or feel, until it’s too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
I'm a ring of sliced onion dipped in batter and then deep fried.
What is always coming but never arrives?