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I open wide and tight I shut, Sharp am I and paper-cut fingers too, so do take care, I'm good and bad, so best beware.
A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
A building where people and stories are on stage
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under his own roof. What is it?