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You may enter, but you may not come in. I have space, but no room, I have keys, but open no lock. What am I?
I am a tool for fairies.
I have six faces but not even one body connected, 21 eyes in total but cannot see. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
Sometimes I am white, sometimes I am dark. Most people love me. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?