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Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
It can pierce the best armor and make swords crumble with a rub, yet for all its power It can't harm a wooden club.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
Iβm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.