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If you have me, you want to tell me. If you tell me, you don't have me.
Spies and detectives do this to phones and musical shoes make this sound.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
They come to witness the night without being called, a sailor's guide and a poet's tears. They are lost to the sight each day without the hand of a thief.
What is something yet nothing, but if you fill it up it will disappear?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?