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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.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat her. What a racket she makes!
Five men were eating apples, A finished before B, but behind C. D finished before E, but behind B. What was the finishing order?
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
What language does a billboard speak?