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My first is equality; my second is inferiority; my whole is superiority.
If eleven plus two equals one, what is nine plus five equal to?
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?