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When I point up, it's bright. When I point down, it's dark. What am I?
You have to travel far before you turn it over. What is it?
I go up, let out a load and then go back down. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
First I may be your servant's name. Then your desires I may proclaim. When your mortal life is over, I hold all your wealth within my power. What am I?
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.