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Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
Just head and foot yet never tires of dancing.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?