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This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountains down.
I saw a man in white, he looked quite a sight. He was not old, but he stood in the cold. And when he felt the sun, he started to run. Who could he be? Please answer me.
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
In the evening I'm long, in the morning I'm smallΝΎ When seen in a ballroom, I'm nothing at all.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?