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I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.