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I am so simple that I can only point. Yet I guide men all over the world.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that he’s using it.
What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
What language does a billboard speak?