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Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
My first keeps time, my second spends time, my whole tells time.
Which button does not function when being pressed?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?