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Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
There is a creature of God whose body is hardΝΎ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
What has a bell but isn't a church. Is full of air but is not a balloon?
What has wheels and flies but is not an aircraft?