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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 dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
What tree that definitely grows does not have a shadow and does not grow fruit?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?