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Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
Why was the cook arrested?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?