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Cold head and feet; round as a ball; always turning around myself.
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony for others I am relief. Who am I?
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
The more you look at me The less you see.
I can't go left, I can't go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high. What am I?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?