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Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
If Mississippi should lend Missouri her New Jersey, what would Delaware?
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?