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It grows each morning, shrinks each night, Light as air, yet makes no flight. It will not budge, though it be hollow; Move its maker, and it will follow.
Within the Mountains are they born, But Mountains aren’t their home. Though fed on only water, Without a rest they roam. They ever seek each other, But each in each is lost Till reaching home, they gather, And then give up their ghost. |
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