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Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
It speaks without a tongue, and listens without ears.
The land was white the seed was black. It'll take a good scholar to riddle me that.
What is filled with air and sometimes a gas, tied to a string and often seen on your birthday?
I'm a god, a planet, and measurer of heat. Who am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?