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I get wet when drying. I get dirty when wiping.
I fly when I'm born. I lie when I'm alive. I run when I'm dead. What am I?
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
You can see it everyday, but cannot touch it at will. What is it?
Where I am there is no south, west, nor east, and weather is not fit for man or beast. What am I?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.