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We are immeasurably small but often all you can seeWe move in mass, we drop as one in glassWe regularly fly and are found the world overWhere you to hold us we'd fall awayWhat are we?
No one has gotten this one yet, no guesses?
I go up and down but do not move. What am I?I have legs but cannot walk. What am I?I have eyes but cannot see. What am I?
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear, all day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say; we are full all the day, and empty when we go to rest.
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