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I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
A certain wizard resided in a city made from this gemstone.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
It's a game played by serious people that takes place on a global scale.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?