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I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
I'm very tempting, so its said, I have a shiny coat of red, and my flesh is white beneath. I smell so sweet, taste good to eat, and help to guard your teeth.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has handsΝΎ lacks a head but has a face.
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?