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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.
If you happen to wear one of these warm garments around, you might get doused in red paint.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
My first is in some but not in all. My second is into but not in tall. My third in little but no in big. My fourth in port but not in pig. My whole is made in nature's way. For clothing, rugs used every day.
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?