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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.
Sometimes I fly as fast as the speed of light. Sometime I crawl as slow as a snail. Unknown until I am measured but you will certainly miss me when Iām gone.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?
I fill a room but take no space.
Why is leather armor best for sneaking?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.