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I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
My first is in window but not in pane. My second's in road but not in lane. My third is in oval but not in round. My fourth is in hearing but not in sound. My whole is known as a sign of peace. And from noah's ark won quick release.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
I have an eye but cannot see, You'll head inside when you see me.
I start with T end with T and within me is T.