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A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
Double my number, I'm less than a score. Half of my number is less than four. Add one to my double when bakers are near. Days of the week are still greater, I fear.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
What has a mouth but can't chew?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.