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A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.
When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
You can read it both ways, I wearΝΎ One way it's a number, reversed a snare.
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?