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There is a creature of God whose body is hardอพ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it. Five in the middle is seen. First of all figures, the first of all letters. Take up their stations between. Join all together, and then you will bring before you the name of an eminent king.
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, youโll likely die. What am I?