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In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
To you, rude would I never be, though I flag my tongue for all to see. What am I?
Take away my first letter and I still sound the same. Take away my last letter I still sound the same. Even take away my letter in the middle I will still sound the same. I am a five-letter word. What am I?
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet, if there's no light around, I am undone. What am I?
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.