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A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.