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Sometimes dark and sometimes bright, I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call, yet mountains I cannot move at all. 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 can't go left, I can't go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high. What am I?
Who keeps the ocean clean?
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?