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Sharp and long, flag of the world. What is it?
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
What is lighter than what it is made of?