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What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
I am a precious little thing, dancing and eating all the time. Watch me from a distance, so you can feel my warm and gentle love. But don't come to close or my next meal you could be!
Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. What is it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?