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I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was. What am I?
I am the word that has three syllables and twenty six letters. What am I?
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?