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I'm a god. I'm a planet. I measure heat.
What instrument can make any sound and be heart, but not touched or seen?
What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, then throw away the inside. What is it?
What is always coming but never arrives?