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Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay
Pregnant every time you see her, yet she never will give birth.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
I'm a type of pizza that is folded in half before cooking to contain a filling
They come to witness the night without being called, a sailor's guide and a poet's tears. They are lost to the sight each day without the hand of a thief.