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What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate, Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has handsΝΎ lacks a head but has a face.
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.
Where humans breath liquid?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?