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Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly pastอพ For a child I last forever, for adults I'm gone too fast.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
Split me in half, and you get me and another me. What word am I?
What is all over a house?
It is hate and has hate in it, but it isnโt hate.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.