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At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail