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In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
I am a seed with three letters in my name. Remove the last two and I still sound the same. What am I?
I am a million peopleβs wakeup call
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and Iβll make a pop.
Four leaves I have.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.