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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.
What type of paper can you neither read nor write on?
It stands upright and can be quite grand. Its secret is not hidden but right at hand. What is it?
What has a bottom right at the top?
A girl was ten on her last birthday, and will be twelve on her next birthday. How is this possible?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail