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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?
I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
I fly forever Rest never.
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most time but occasionally rotten.
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
Why was the cook arrested?