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Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
What flies forever, Rests never?
What has two hands, a round face, always runs, but stays in place?
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
Iβm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.