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Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
Only two backbones and thousands of ribs.
What liquid can contain the soul?
It is the assumed nocturnal symbol of Mr. Wayne. What is it?
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?