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I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?