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I lose my head in the morning and regain back it at night.
I am ten little beans your look at everyday.
I've been around for millions of years, but I am no more than a month old. 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?
I have an eye but I cannot see. What am I?
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