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Round like a dishpan and smaller than a bathtub. But the ocean can't fill it. What is it?
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
I'm tall in the morning and short in the noon. I disappear at night but I will be back soon.
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?