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A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
Born of sorrow, grow with age, you need a lot of me to be a sage. What am I?
Tuesday, Sam and Peter went to a restaurant. After eating lunch, they paid the bill. Sam and Peter did not pay. Who did?
I am taken from a mine and shut in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
I go in dry and come out wet. The longer I stay in, the stronger my surroundings get. What am I?
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?