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It describes an era in history during which lights was hard to come by.
Why are ghosts bad liars?
The more I lie, the more people trust me. Who am I?
With pointed fangs it sits in wait, With piercing force it doles out fate, Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might, Eternally joining in a single bite What is it?
What can never be put in a saucepan?
Iām hard as a rock and as light as a feather. Iām passed on to one another. Poor people need me and rich people have me.