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What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
What gets wet while drying?
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.