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A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
Light me up in backyard gatherings
A young man wants to have me but when he has me, he no longer wants me. What am I?
What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
I sit in a corner while travelling around the world.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?