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Although my cow is dead, I still beat herย What a racket she makes.
I have it, I donโt share it. If I share it, I donโt have it. What is it?
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
Pregnant every time you see her, yet she never will give birth.
I am the heart that does not beat. If cut, I bleed without blood. I can fly, but have no wings. I can float, but have no fins. I can sing, but have no mouth.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?