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So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
This only turns over once you have travelled very far. What is it?
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.