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Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
What is long and slim, works in light. Has but one eye, and an awful bite?
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
I can travel from there to here by disappearing, and here to there by reappearing.
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