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Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
It's got twists and turns, but has no curves. Twist it to fix it, turn it to ruin it. What is it?
What types of words are these: madam, civic, eye, level?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?