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Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
You speak this when you are being sincere.
The edge of earth and bread.
Made of ten but two we make, When assembled others quake, Five apart and we are weak, Five together havoc wreak. What are we?
Whipping one of these out in the wrong setting is said to be terrible luck.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?