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I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
First I may be your servant's name; then your desires I may proclaim; And when your mortal life is over hold all your wealth within my power.
I am a type of animal that hang out in the mist
Why did the stadium get so hot after the game?