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Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
What travels from house to house and is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide but always stays outside?
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
If a rooster lays an egg on the exact peak of a barn, which side does it fall?