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With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
I have an eye but cannot see, You'll head inside when you see me.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?