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I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
What tastes better than it smells?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.