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You use a knife to slice my head. And weep beside me when I am dead.
What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
A red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched.
What do angels sing in the shower?