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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?
By Moon or by Sun I shall be found. Yet I am undone if there's no light around.
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
I am an odd number. Take away a letter and I become even. What number am I?
I am the book one can never finish reading
What made Cyclops quit teaching?