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If there is a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
Face with a tree skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
I can fly but I have no wings. I can cry but I have no eyes. Wherever I go darkness follows me.
Kings and queens may cling to power and the jester's got his call. But as you may discover the common one outranks them all. What am I?
What has a thumb and four fingers but is not alive?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?