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I am a daily ritual involving using a metal tool on the body
I stare at you, you stare at me.I have three eyes, yet can't see.Every time I blink, I give you commands.You do as you are told, with your feet and hands.What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
When I point up itβs bright. When I point down itβs dark.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?