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In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
Many have heard it, but nobody has ever seen it. It will not speak until spoken to. What is it?
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
Long and think, red within, with a nail at the end.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail
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What am I?