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A nutcracker up in a tree
From that which comes within itself, It builds its table on my shelf.
I have a shell and live in the sea. I move slowly and can hide in my shell. What am I?
What peels like an onion but still remains whole?
The fans of the pied piper's smooth sound who are feared by elephants
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,