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Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
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
Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
Why did the stadium get so hot after the game?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?