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Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?