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I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see. I'm neat and tidy as can be.
I have two hands but cannot clap
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?