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My second is performed by my first, and it is thought a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
the day before yesterday tom turned 15 next year he will turn 18 when is his birthday
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
What is always coming but never arrives?