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Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
They're big and blue, and larger than seas
Don't forget to do this before blowing out the candles.
Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?
What can you catch but never throw?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?