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When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it. Five in the middle is seen. First of all figures, the first of all letters. Take up their stations between. Join all together, and then you will bring before you the name of an eminent king.
What is neither inside the house nor outside the house but a necessity for any home?
Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.