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Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
A beautiful succession of sounds.
What is it that leaps and runs and yet, has no feet?
Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.
Round and round I go never stopping in a continuous flow. I hang out with numbers each and every day and nothing ever gets on my way. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?