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I am a nut with a hole. What am I?
I give people a huge fright, but at the end I'm sweet. I normally celebrate at night, when there's less heat. What am I?
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?
I lose my head in the morning and regain back it at night.
I am made of wood but can't be sawed? What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?