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My first is in blood and also in battle. My second is in acorn, oak, and apple. My third and fourth are both the same. In the center of sorrow and twice in refrain. My fifth starts eternity ending here. My last is the first of last, Oh Dear.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?
There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
Round as an apple, deep as a cup, and all the kings' horses can't fill it up. What is it?
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.