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I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot Iām always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
In buckles or lace, I help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner I grow. What am I?
When I am caught, I am thrown away. When I escape, you itch all day. What am I?
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
I start new then become old. Start clean but be one dirty. I usually start big then become little.
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?