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A canvas full of stars.
Tall, I am young. Old, I am short. With life I glow. Anemoi is my foe.
Tickle with your fingers and a song it will sing. Be careful, though, you may break a string. What is it?
How can you throw a ball as hard as you can, to only have it come back to you, even if it doesn’t bounce off anything?
Which word is least like the others? Third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth?
I am a room that has a roof but no walls. What am I?