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Not a single soul presented an answer. The Judge sat alone with the riddle and its own thoughts, which was, in truth, rather peaceful.
I dance at every wedding I am invited to, weep at funerals no one told me of, and I speak a language that has no words. Who am I?
Nº 125 · The One Hundred and Twenty-Fifth Sitting · In Verse
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The Judge cannot rule on an answer you never gave. There is always tomorrow — and tomorrow, the Judge remembers.
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