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You find me behind the stars; or in a sixth seventh or third. It takes something round a computer and me to make pie. I am bigger than anything you can think of.
I pass before the sun, yet make no shadow. I'm all around you, but you cannot see me. What am I?
I have a straight back and sharp teeth to cut objects.
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot Iām always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?