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A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
Men have one, women two, and when they become family, it’s three. What is it?
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail